Hangup, Call Again Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Throughout the day.
Regardless of routine.
There are pings and rings of
Notifications that remind us of one
Thing or another.

Her presence is both.
Neither separate or a part of the world.
At some point, aren't all of our
Emotions or feelings but a signal.

She is the ping that nudges
My ears, a reminder of acceptance.
The frown I wear soon to shift
Once I realize that I am not bothered.

I am isolated in routine.
Where she, is totally free.
A pulse that hums through to remind
Me that it is quite all right to breathe.

Like most signals.
We all navigate through a network.
If I silence the pings and turn
The sound off,
The struggle is still there.

Give me just a second.
No, you don't bother me at all