I Only Got the Smallest Slice

Waiting

expectantly,

trying to connect.

The line was severed months ago,

then patched on a whim

triggered by the motions in the sky,

or perhaps by whispers floating by.

Desire:

a burning wick,

dances flickering.

It doesn’t matter how I try,

I can’t make the shift

necessary for this fragile craft

to become a warm abode at last

The windows and blinds

reflect across the time

until before the final hour chimes

the message at long last arrives

the reply I yearned to hear

tantalizing to my ears

evaporated fears

become sheer revelation.

Significance lost in transportation.