I had a really awesome beginning of a poem about dandelions in my head as I was gardening this afternoon. I hope that comes back to me, but for now....
Hearing the Call
Even
in the silence
Of
late night sitting
Before
bed, but after
The
hubbub of life
Filters
to the bottom
Nothing
switched on
But
my thoughts
My
space heater empty hisses
The
faint ringing in my ears
Of
nothing, but that high pitch
That
I have to concentrate to notice
The
soft clack of the computer keys
As
I type to take away the aloneness
The
not so distant busy main road
With
police sirens or a fire truck
The
consistent thrum of motors
An
ambulance racing to the hospital down a few blocks
A
wrong number ringing of the telephone
That
shatters this solitude
Every
few months
In
this I hear you
You
sit lit up in my mind
My
heart a constant throb
Rising
to the top
I
am buzzing
Working
the sweet memories
Vowing
to call
Not
now it is so late,
But
when first light comes
And
the world stretches
I
hope the noise
Doesn’t
drown out
My
desire to hear you too
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