Michael Turner’s poem My Muse was published here in December. His poem today is just as relatable, but for nonwriters anyway, probably more poignant. The experience he relates is a heartbreak known to teenagers of all ages. Bet some of you can even remember the first time you ever felt this way.
Call Waiting
By Michael Turner
I checked my e-mail once again
and then returned to my work.
Shortly I checked the dial tone on the telephone
and made my dinner while I checked
for messages on my cell phone.
I heard the bottle call from the shelf,
so I ran out of the house only to listen once again
for angels to tell me you were ok.
But the angels were silent
and so was the cell phone
the telephone told me it was [11:45]
and my computer was dumb.
And so my heart broke a little more
another wave of sadness struck my soul
and I went to bed.
How sad, my heart goes out to the poet.
Very poignant.