It was like landing
in a strange town
without maps or language. We
had to re-learn the space
of a frankfurter smell, the ankle-depth
of the gutter. Manhole covers
rang under our feet, and below them
all that had gathered from the storm
hurtled away. Finding our own
sounds in the darkness as trig points,
we located walls, the slow
burn of distant lights, and the shadows
they defined, from which we were moving.