Speaking The Heart
Those days there were those phone calls
I missed, today I miss the missed calls
for what is better than anything missed?
One can rue the fact, one can wallow in
mushy thoughts, why oh why?
In those days from the fire place
to the phone room one had to run to receive
today one gets fed up ( of receiving)
phone calls are phone calls
the telephone sat almost like a meditating
Buddha. Today it is rolled up on catchy sleeves
today we don't at times want to receive
we live amidst plenty, one call missed
you can compensate by sending many
many more and messages that don't mean anything.
But those days in crackling silence, with the wind
whispering through ears, a phone call meant someone;
was actually calling. Speaking the heart. Truthfully.