Connecting ...

The connection is obviously
flawed. It's a cellphone
after all, and the distance
it covers is vast. Her voice
sounds oddly strained
and I pick up the thread
of her statements with
difficulty. Bad enough I feel
guilt in the situation. We
away enjoying ourselves
and she at home in the
stultifying sameness of day
following day, nothing of
interest intervening. So
when she asks I respond
that it's cold here, with
prospects of imminent rain
to spoil opportunities and
her voice brightens telling
me what a lovely warm day
she has enjoyed. We each
in our own way relieved.