The night we met I was lifted off my feet
legs dangled from your back porch dangerously

We said some things I can’t remember, but your grin
it reminded me of Siddhartha, that part at the end

When he sits by the river and lives just to live
you smiled and I laughed, the perfect introduction

It’s rare, I think, to know a moment so well
I didn’t know that I knew it before I could tell

That night on the porch in the misty dew,
I thought – rivers must grin back at you too.