We drove home late from the concert–
brother and sister
–into a dark quiet rippled only by streetlights
and our excited talk.
Half-past midnight, you strongly contended
one of the songs was a cry to God,
but I felt you’d overthought the lyrics.
To me, the words
referred to nothing
more than a girlfriend
–both of us fixating,
I realize now,
on whatever ideas
felt furthest away at the time.