reminiscent

of one of those dreams that start suddenly, in the action, mid-scene, within thought, h a p p e n i n g . born of some musing or other. obscure or whimsical, nothing to give great notice to.. . at least not in the daylit hours, because of course, it would/could never happen.

until there you are. on a plane. next to-- not a figment of your imagination, not an amalgamate of some strangers you've seen before or peripheral people in a movie. no, there you. are. and there they. are. and they're living and breathing and on their way somewhere. [just like you.] and that is how you know now, for certain. this isn't a dream. you couldn't-- not even lost within you slumbering subconscious-- have fabricated such characters, such families, such foreign scenes and feelings. people are either sweet or evil in your dreams.. . never indifferent. not bordering insolent due to indifference.


so here we are sitting.
strangers together,
and i am alone.