Poem: Frequency

Did you get my message?
I called you back, you know
Last night during the late show
Thought it was a dream,
Could have been,
but I woke up with the phone in my hand
dripping with ethereal sand

It was like the phone had a mind of its own
an intelligence grown
Your picture appeared on my flashy screen
lighting up the gloom in my type-A room
smiling back at me
popping the door to my heart like I was unshackled, and free
phasing in and out like static
then hearing your longed-for voice
waver, quiver from deep ageless emotion,
rare and all alone,

You know them well.
They are feelings that make us want to die,
then… live again, and die again
(Instead, all I do is raise my arms, my hands held high, and sigh)

The overwhelming drumming (the rhythm of life) is like a Major earthquake
completely off the Richter
that shake us from an ordinary day

I turn, and toss, and shake…
With my eyes closed, I turn the radio dial
and give you a weak smile, like joy is on trial,
racing through the stations to bring you back in sound
pulling the boxy wooden speakers to my ears
shushing long-held buried fears
yet, all I hear is my own rushing heartbeat
struck by the sound,
looking at a mirror and see only the image of scared little me
found

I pushed the warm blanket off my feet
the spring chill swarmed my toes
then I heard you, small and faraway,
say you love me
caught in the throes
I must have been lucky in the right moment
It must have been you, it must have been me
On a starry night, in my solemn breath
reaching with my skinny forefinger and chubby thumb
In subtlety, in subtlety, in subtlety,
my eyes opened

It was the right here, and the right now
but how?
I must have hit the right frequency