17th February, 2016 (Sleeping)

by Brendan Strong

Sleeping in peace and in parallel,
Dreaming travellers to unmet places,
Stirring, sleeping, losing traces.

Slight turn.

Slight turn and a hand
On my shoulder. Slight
Turn to take it in my hand –

A bridge between dreaming
Connects banks with meaning
In between places –

Sudden halt
And we wake

Embarrassed strangers:
Neighbours on a bus
With someone else who means something to us.

We take back our hands and our lives
A little afraid of even bashful smiles.