I am listening for your call,

there are so many

things to hear and I am

easily distracted, but I

meant it when I said I’d

come if you needed me. I just

didn’t know what it

would be like to sit and

wait for your summons. I’ve

developed an acute sense of

hearing. I listen to

the birds and to the traffic

and to the wind in the trees,

and little noises around the

house like water running

or the dog’s toenails on

the wood floor, but I

never hear you. We should

have a trial run just for

fun sometimes, a mock crisis.

You can call and I’d

come over and see what it’d

be like. It would

punctuate this boredom.

by Cher Bibler