On the Street, In the River

Among the crossfire of walking traffic I watch our paths
Darting between, ducking around, flooding each other.
We see a hundred faces a day, a hundred snowflakes, a hundred paintings.
And we don't' make eye contact,
and we don't speak.
On the street, in the river I feel a pulse.
I hear a sustained tone like the fading of a church bell
like the ringing in my ears.
A brief touch and then it's gone.
A tiny click like a static shock.
Then a low frequency thump and drone making my chest shake.
The colors bleed.
Walls and windows bleed.
My eyes close and invisible streams of water surround me,
sound and light slow down, I can move within them.
I almost didn't see her, haloed in light.
It felt like a tunnel.
She walked past me, she walked through me.
Her love poured out from her mouth and into my ears.
She slowly blinked her eyes and the wind was cold.
The colors muted and the might was dim.
The sounds were gone.
She was gone.
I turned to look back but couldn't focus,
I rejoined the current and disappeared like rain in the ocean.