Urban Prayer to Xáryomen

Lying awake in the dark of an unfamiliar city,
I can feel the hum that extends through it and holds it together.
I feel the power lines, the water mains, the roads.
I feel the bus routes, the subway tunnels, the bridges.
I feel the police, the fire fighters, the EMTs,
the garbage men, the delivery trucks,
the hospitals, schools, and post offices.
I feel the network that forms the city,
its skeleton and capillaries,
supporting and feeding it.
And I feel your skeleton and capillaries,
supporting and feeding it.
And I know who you are
and find myself familiar in an unfamiliar city.