Strange images, not threatening –
though vague tension tinged
margins where colours merged.
Faces blurred, names changed
yet greetings seemed genuine.
They were friends – talking
hieroglyphs I did not understand
instead I read their graceful
body language. Easily.
What am I doing here?
Silently they moved away
leaving me vaguely outside –
but there was nothing there.
Intrigued I lay down again
returned to restive sleep.
© 5 January 2008, I. D. Carswell
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