Where was the call
that never came yesterday
Potentials were in place,
I was here you were there

Sometimes life insists
on something other than
the rituals and plans
of a woman and a man

Flying in cyber air
little bits of digital dust
bumping momentarily
into us

Catching up on our day
with not-so-necessary words
needing to be said
and needing to be heard 

One by one born into life
kernels popping in a heated pan
popped into the mouth 
of an  occasionally reverent fan 

An absence of  words  was  heard
as we drifted into an absence of light
I slept well 
How was your night