Riddle

Usually we heard thirty
To forty gunshots every evening,
But that night no one was mad.
She stood close to me,

As close as this line
To this. Light pollution
And a digital clock
Illuminated the dark.

I couldn’t sleep and tried
To solve a riddle but wasn’t
Even sure what the riddle was.
Then, near dawn, she woke

To drink from the faucet,
Cupping water in her dim hands.
Never have I watched a silhouette
With so much wonder.