17th February, 2016 (Sleeping)
by Brendan Strong
Sleeping in peace and in parallel,
Dreaming travellers to unmet places,
Stirring, sleeping, losing traces.
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 –
And we wake
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.