How did we get here?
A set of events
That are some form of puzzle
With neither solution
Nor end, a chance
Encounter that led
To a glance

In a half-known city
Where we are at halt
Facing each other; then
Looking away, like an answer
Lies in the paving stones
And bricks in a wall

I think I hear a whisper
And turn again, only
To look away, suddenly
Transported back to a crowded
Passageway, alone, a sound:
Now on a busy concourse,
With the rhythm of footsteps
A canopy of noise
To accompany me: silence