The first dream had my brothers sitting near.
We’re in an airport, and my phone is dead.
My iPad too – initially my fear
was how to get a boarding pass. Time sped
and chaos mounted while I dashing pled
for aid from staff in uniforms of blue.
And then I started worrying instead,
how lacking both devices, I would do.

The second dream had me, as planned, at sea,
my travel pal aboard as well, but not
assigned to occupy the room with me.
(My cabin mates were boy with father, hot
but young). My friend complained: apparently
she missed the deal for wine (or she forgot).
Although I recollect them, nothing seems
an omen or a caution in these dreams.