I was walking by in the rain
when I saw you,
back from another night of
risks and failed intention.
You stood in that marbled cavern,
still uniformed
in the hours most refused to wear,
your attention full like the moon
for the footsteps
of a rare visitor to your hall.
I felt it with you,
that thrill of the expected arrival,
the practiced movements waiting beneath your skin
for the moment of their unveiling.
It is an energy more vivid
than the storm which soaked me
as I passed by
in a ragged uniform of my own.