Itís A Calling

I am still in a queue
and I will be answered
as quickly as possible.

My line stretches
like unravelled thread
from here to the horizon,

but I am quite motionless,
and demand to be heard
in an instant.

Your call. My arm is
frozen stiff,
requiring a reply

at your own inconvenience.
My breath is caught
on the current.

I am still. The others
are shifting, but I
insist on your response

with all the stiffness
I can muster.
Is that you? Is that

you? Are you
engaged, or will you
accept my proposal?

In your own time. I am
in a queue, still, and I will
be answered, and quickly.

From the book Looks Familiar