The Answer?

The Answer?

Maybe the end

 

to my waiting

hides  in the tiny

 

spaces of silence,

 trapped in the

 

awkward breaks

of persistent  buzzing

that wakes me

 

from my restless dreams?

The pointed end

 

of mystery's arrow

 could be lurking

 

behind the flimsy veil

 

of No caller ID,

 making a noisy target

 

of my pounding chest.

I can feel the hum

 

of its unravelling 

 

dancing off the cool glass,

tickling my fingertips

 

with its coveted revelation,

urging me to put an end

 

to the prickliness

 

of  not knowing

by picking up the vehicle

 

it is locked within.

I hesitate.

I swallow hard.

I slide my trembling thumb

 

across the screen

to offer my meek and pitiful ,

 

“Hello…this is she…”

to the hollow ears

 

on the other end.

And I wait….breathless

As slow moving lips

I cannot see

whisper back

the secrets

 

I will never

 

be ready to hear .

 

Dale-Lyn, February 2020