A Call Out of the Blue

Out of the clear blue, a telephone call
sent my mind wandering off in free fall;
an old friend, from high school, a long time gone,
whose voice I had oft reflected upon

got my number, it seems; called to say hi,
and connect with old mem’ries and things gone by.
It was strange, and my words awkward and spare,
for it seemed like another world from there.

I’d like to imagine there is some link –
that we could meet for lunch and just one drink,
but the universe shifts, and moves its pawns
in diff’rent directions to sing new songs.

When the sep’rate pieces then meet by chance,
There’s not much to do, save falter and dance.

16 DEC 2002

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