THE NIGHT CALL

To PRC

I awaken to the call at three in the night,

fight with the mask to get it off,

rush through the cramped room, and

it's salvage from wrecked lives,

to grab the phone charging from the laptop,

and, still trying to fully surface,

fumble with the touch screen

with my big, fat fingers,

until I get to swipe the green

and hear your voice, angry,

but calm, fully in this world,

rooted to it, and I am relieved

listening to your complaints,

relieved to say that I was wrong

and that you are right,

sorry for what I have done,

just relieved in the midst of the night

to hear your voice,

to know you are there,

you are there and talking to me

in this great night which briefly

in separation connects us again.

21.03.2020