You have 1 (One) Friend Request Social networking spins new-style ley lines, Linking up my ancient monuments, Satnav life for those of us Who never mastered the tricky Map and compass-work of Real-time relationships Of course I accept The generous beacon from the classmate, Who made me laugh past loneliness, Kept me from disgrace and beatings, To whom I never even promised to write When I fell southwards for university. We catch up with family stuff, News from the magnetic North; I keep short and light, And wonder if I'll ever find a place In cyber-space To admit my brainflesh memory Of her, at five a.m. On a garden camping adventure Waking me up, Just me, mind, Insisting there was a bird singing 'In the Mood', Which they were playing In the wind band that term, - And there bloody was too. Gwen Seabourne If you've any comments about this poem, Gwen Seabourne would be pleased to hear them.