[12/13/2017]
by Luke Soucy
Stoplights were nothing to us that night
and by the fourth street
we were giddy with nothingness
so that when we reached the car
and the rain
which had impended skittishly for hours
crashed finally groundward
what would have been a happy coincidence
was a miracle.
Inside
dry and together we laughed
our gratitude to the protecting universe
and looking over I thought
It starts here
this is how happiness begins
not present enough to know
that it lives only within moments
startless and without end