This isn’t really a poem, but it’s what rose up today when I sat down to write about connection. And it still feels poetic to me. Inner dialogue when we are too busy and distracted to pay attention to our own needs and desires, written as a phone conversation.
This isn’t really a poem, but it’s what rose up today when I sat down to write about connection. And it still feels poetic to me. Inner dialogue when we are too busy and distracted to pay attention to our own needs and desires, written as a phone conversation.
This isn’t really a poem, but it’s what rose up today when I sat down to write about connection. And it still feels poetic to me. Inner dialogue when we are too busy and distracted to pay attention to our own needs and desires, written as a phone conversation.
Call for Connection
Hello?
Hello!
Hold please.
(Silence)
Thank you for holding. Who is this?
It’s me. Or rather, you.
What? We seem to have a poor connection.
Can you hear me?
Are you there?
I’m here.
I hear you.
I’ve been trying to reach you.
What’s that?
I keep missing you.
Listen, I may lose you.
Spotty reception?
Uh huh.
Do you have time to connect?
(Silence)
Disconnected…
Redial…
Come on… pick up, pick up.
(Busy signal)
This is absolutely a poem!! Thank you for sharing with us ♥️♥️♥️