Paeans - and Aches

over the years

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

1 New Message

Camera A:

I feel the vibration, see
From the corner of my eye
The tell-tale glow.
My hand, unbidden,
Reaches out. And stops:
That would not be polite.
Love the one you’re with,
And all that.
A black bowtie
And a notepad arrive;
You take charge, and order.
Quickly, quietly, I
Check the phone.

Camera B:

Your face is lit by the glow
Of the message on your phone.
Conversation floats around you, unheard;
Your eyes lowered, veiled, elsewhere;
A smile appears at the very corner of your lips
For just about half a second;
Your thumb caressing letters, words
Into being. You’re lost
To us, to me.