I tend the mobile now
like an injured bird.
We text, text, text
our significant words.
I re-read your first,
your second, your third,
look for your small xx
feeling absurd.
The codes we send
arrive with a broken chord.
I try to picture your hands,
their image is blurred.
Nothing my thumbs press
will ever be heard.
Yes, strange indeed.....
ReplyDeleteI see you're as committed to this blogging-thing as I am ;-)
I think the answer (at least for me) would be to be able to blog telepathically. Oft' times during the day, it'll come to me - words flowing seamlessly -- but only in my mind...