Phone call

Voice called up
And,
Dragged from within, the roots
Again,
I am walking  over your sound
So fragile so polite…

I said..
Am okay in the quake
One more time speak
Like the strength of thousand lake
I wash my face in your image
and  see the pebbles beneath
gathered like our hand

Did you say Alaska?
How was it?
The big oak tree
the bears & the shroom
Was there a room,
our room,
Bathed in snow n rain?

I am hollow now
And your breath, forgotten n familiar,
echos loud....
Your voice,
climbs the spiral stairs of my throat
Like small steps of a lil girl
Dimming away in the dark…

With my hand stretched out,
I wanted to hold and feel the
touch of your distant phone call…

Martini,aug2011