The Call Poem by Vi Lanflagle

The Call



words spoken
far away
brush across my mind.

so that i know,
it is time,
though i know not how.

trembling hands
reach forth,
fear just barely concealed.

my own whispers mingling
echoing the others,
stretching across the distance.

yet it's too far, too long.
an absence which
cannot be forgotten.

March 7,2008

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