The first several days of my trip to England contained NO social media, whatsoever. I had no internet, no cell phone, not even a regular phone to call out on. What I did have, however, was a ragged composition notebook and a pen. So I wrote…and wrote…
Thing is, in order for you not to want to roll your eyes at this scenario, keep in mind, I live in the middle of nowhere. My main means of communication involves the telephone and social media. When I travel, I try to keep those lines of communication open, and if I can’t, surely you can understand the panic that blossoms in the pit of my stomach.
So then miraculously, after several days I had the opportunity to make a phone call and reach out to a dear friend. So I did. Then I sat down and wrote some more.
That’s all it was.
a few pops and crackles,
it felt like the
shackles were released that day
as I finally had the chance to say
into the dead air
and heard the reply
and the corners of my mouth
turned up, a little, at last.
Not sure why that “Hello?”
meant so much.
Maybe all the noise from before
numbed my ear…
but to hear a voice I needed to hear
seemed to make the dead air
made me a little stronger
able to bear
for a little longer.
originally written 11 March 2015 while in Bolton, England