29C

To the man sitting right beside me

As our arms brush against one another

And we both fight to stay awake.

Yet the temptation of sleep is too

Overpowering and our own power is over

So we fall into a slumber

As our arms graze one another.

Without ever saying a word to each other.

Without knowing each other’s name.

Without seeing one another again.

We have connected only to disconnect.

We found comfort in our rest with our arms alight,

Because airplanes refuse to grant us

An extra armrest.