A disconnected phone
where people can make calls to
lost loved ones. Originated in Japan.
Where are you my friend
of forty years
living in a foreign land
a land of forgotten words
unfinished sentences
silences stretching like taffy
am I not listening, our connection
drowned by the noise of my thoughts
are my ears not tuned
to the frequency of your sound
is there an underwater song
we can sense through our skins
or a tuning fork trembling
with words that no longer speak
can we find the us in this silence
what of wind phones
old fashioned pushbutton phones
in abandoned phone booths
by a beach or deep in the woods
where you can talk to someone
who is no longer here
how to listen in the space
between us, the hum,
the whisper, like sonic seeds
tossed in a gentle wind
or tiny strings wafting
waves of love
Claire Scott is an award-winning poet who has received multiple Pushcart Prize nominations. Her work has appeared in the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, New Ohio Review and Healing Muse among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and Until I Couldn’t.
