by Elizabeth Challinor
Without strangers in our midst
There cannot be community
I read this somewhere...
It struck a deep chord
Is this why I am always drawn to strangers?
To establish a connection in anonymity
To acknowledge our inevitable interdependence
And create a moment of complicity
We are all members of fleeting communities
They form everywhere
All the time
Like beautiful bubbles
Blown playfully into the air
Without a care