Through the Air

I pick up the phone

And dial your number

Waiting for your gruff hello

With sounds of baseball or

Wheel of Fortune

drifting through the air

I tell you news. It's Sunday.

My day

to tell you what my cat just did

Or what a silly class I have.

Or that I am thinking of moving to Bangkok and what do you think of that?

Or that I just bought my very own car. Or that soon I will be a mom. a foster mom.

And that I'm going to Ireland soon. And....

He tells me stories. Stories about

what he did at the community center

and how he won 2 chickens and

a turkey at pinochle. And that he had

to go to the doctor for this or that.

And he's chopping. Onions.

But I hear a dial tone.

No gruff hello.

Or Phillies games.

Just the sound of my breathing

Drifting through the air.