Noah's Ark

In the most anonymous way there is
we pass along the busiest sidewalk in the city.
Our eyes, though,
like two old acquaintances,
push the crowd aside to reach each other.
We are strangely related —
perhaps we descend from a woman and a man
who, centuries ago,
in a corner of Noah's ark,
while the rain had taken the eyes of the world,
kissed each other.