Communal Dreams

Cats mew before dawn.
Twilight songs
moan in shallow nets
of dissolving night.

Town houses terraced
with thin “skinned walls”
leak out dreams
through a porous proximity.

People sleep just yards away
in different landscapes.
I imagine we share territory
where worlds blur together-

some rock falls and landslides
of a mutual reality
must percolate and collect
into pools of common experience.

Listening to cats
may be the only way I will meet
my neighbours today.
Wake up calls
will lead them invisibly away
upon paths not intersected by my own.

The indolent lust of late cats
in the early morning
the only place
we listen-in together
as our minds soften to be overheard.