It’s A Calling
I am still in a queue
and I will be answered
as quickly as possible.
My line stretches
like unravelled thread
from here to the horizon,
but I am quite motionless,
and demand to be heard
in an instant.
Your call. My arm is
frozen stiff,
requiring a reply
at your own inconvenience.
My breath is caught
on the current.
I am still. The others
are shifting, but I
insist on your response
with all the stiffness
I can muster.
Is that you? Is that
you? Are you
engaged, or will you
accept my proposal?
In your own time. I am
in a queue, still, and I will
be answered, and quickly.