Poem to a Stranger

I dreamed
you moved into my house,
a stranger,
with all your prescriptions,
favorite chair,
all your needs.

There were 60 more,
just like you.

My house was occupied.
My car
phone
pocketbook
taken.

All my personal space.
Privacy.

I stopped breathing…
Afraid to share.

Then my first floor flooded.
We rescued each other.
All of us
familiar,
treading water.