saigon west

we sit in the cool
air
on the patio of a Vietnamese
restaurant
near the river.
Saigon West.
the tables are lit
with candles,
the greenery waves
from the open doors,
to the stairs, around.
we sip our drinks and say
little.
the friendship allowing
an easy silence
to take place.
we eat light,
drink light, we talk about the past
the future
of our lives.
we relax in our chairs,
each couple hand in hand.
the present is this.
this now, this Saturday
night when all is not perfect
with the world,
but there is enough in place,
enough love,
to be just right.