We’ve been here long before dusk stole the sun.
The city alive as ever still,
drunk on all that it did wrong before
it took refuge in the moonlight.

We all laugh at our past selves
as we sit together pooled
around a table of food.
Home doesn’t have to wait
it is the food we eat
and the table cloth
and the mess we’ve made
and the mess we’re gonna have to clean.

Life is bewildered to have found a new way to live.
We are happy to throw all that we can
into this moment
into our lives
into us.

We’re all going to be home late tonight,
or early tomorrow.