Meeting in Passau

3 rivers meet in passing;
they sit, drink black coffee,
converse in low voices, watch
the people in the beer garden,
 
smile at each other's jokes.
They stay the night,
wash laundry in the sink;
 
they kiss blessings onto
each other's cheeks, note
what's to come,
how they'll change on arrival
 
 – really,
they are already there –  
 
and continue course.
The people in the beer garden
still sit, watched by 3 rivers
who currently meet in passing.