Contiguous

As nighttime follows daylight,

As sidewalks hug the street,

As fingers fold to handshakes

And the music forms a beat,

 

The second hand sweeps constantly

Erasing yesterday.

And who will know the overflow

That swiftly slips away.

 

Is it not all connected

In some melancholy rhyme?

Are we to be suspected of

Diminishing in time?

 

And there are lessons to be learned,

And patterns to obey

In skillfully connected

Interactive interplay.

 

And daylight yields to nighttime,

And the street is sidewalk’s friend.

Our hands enfold in friendship

And the music never ends.