You and I and the World

Don’t ask who you are or who I am

and why what is, is.

Let the professors sort it out,

it’s their job.

Place the scale on the kitchen table

and let reality weigh itself.

Put your coat on.

Turn the light off in the hallway.

Close the door.

Let the dead embalm the dead.

Here we walk now.

The one wearing white rubber boots

is you.

The one wearing black rubber boots

is me.

And the rain falling on both of us

is the rain.