I waited for the satellite
to hurtle itself above me
before I could make the call.
Winds swept
across the lip of the glacier
driving ice chips & rock grains
into my exposed frozen-face.
With ungloved fingers,
I dialed direct
to another continent,
heard the rings,
then the pick-up.
The reception was clear,
giving me
45 seconds of converstion
before the icon
disappeared
along with your voice.
I barely had enough time
to say I was okay
before you
were gone again.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
I waited for the satellite
to hurtle itself above me
before I could make the call.
Winds swept
across the lip of the glacier
driving ice chips & rock grains
into my exposed frozen-face.
With ungloved fingers,
I dialed direct
to another continent,
heard the rings,
then the pick-up.
The reception was clear,
giving me
45 seconds of converstion
before the icon
disappeared
along with your voice.
I barely had enough time
to say I was okay
before you
were gone again.
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