far above and far below

far below, a taxi took a moth
much further than was planned.
other taxis took the smell of
whiskey past the smell of rain.

far above, we spent life peeling price
stickers off of wine bottles.
we made love so that moths
on windowpanes had something
blurry to watch.

far below, nothing moved except
taxis carrying emptiness from
one precinct to another.
taxis scattered like startled fish.

far above, we raced to see who
would fall sleep first, neither of us
awake enough to know who won.
we took little naps, each the size
of the nap of a moth,
then woke up right before dawn
to figure out what to fathom.