City of the Deluge

It's the kindnesses that knit the days together, a moment by moment exchange, changing hands more than coin, to much greater good,

The sun rises in slow glory, we gird up to gather our daily bread, leaving the family of our blood for the family of our labours,

And to return each kindness for equal gesture, that which you have come to know in the swift surety of your hands, folded to their familiar contours, becomes the bridge that will cross the chasm of concerns, the broken machinery mended, package delivered, groceries find their way from farm to table, all these we provide each other by fluid concourse of accord,

And this, pause to reflect upon our vital integrations, our relationships to each other, neatly folded into the whole