in transit

fragment of a complicated dream

Brain fever bird 
calling late at night,
Nightjar calling 
in the day - 
There’s something wrong in this world, 
but what it is
they cannot say. 

Bumped into you at Changi International - 
Me searching for lost luggage,
you transiting to Taipei. 
I sat on the floor, you pulled my head
down on your lap, held me and said 
“You know it doesn’t really have to
be this way?”