looking out over the wires
I can hear you voice,
sometime playful, often angry.
attentive parts of me go live...
wanting to calm your heart,
if only by lending an ear.
it does not seem to matter how...
gentle tapings seem unfelt,
a pattern without mercy.
reaching out with kind words...
unashamed respect grows,
appreciating the mind and the spirit.
words go unanswered...
then I begin to worry,
what fears are behind the silence.
life brings us all in circles...
back to you, caring,
unlike a bad penny at your door.