Gone walking in town on the wet hot concrete

And wandered up a thought—did you know it was coming?

I can see you crying in the halftone dawn

And I can hear your whisper in the cold night’s song

I think of your life on the Transbay train

My hands on your coarse burnt orange alive skin

Under a silver highway spider web canopy of sound

I’m a vessel for your pain rain water in the ground

And I know peace ripples in spotted white particles

Of memory and touch rushed over through the senses

Down a sieve fist falling back gone in the vapor

Running off through matter it’s nothing, it’s everything

And you and I come from the same humid air

We belong in the present and elsewhere

And I know peace ripples in spotted white particles

Of memory and touch rushed over through the senses

Down a sieve fist falling back gone in the vapor

Running off through matter it’s nothing, it’s everything

And you and I come from the same humid air

We belong in the present and elsewhere