Danny Gentile #42 - Anxiety (2)

Anxiety (2)

I am silent behind

an empty telephone

I have left its bell

to the Kookaburra

whose cascading voice

vindicates my morning

I have left its bell

to the season of sound

that aggregates around me

the plovers call

their lives into shape

I cannot achieve

this simple repeated note

so I subside in a bed

to listen

as aircraft ascend through

a travelled introspection

as the tiny city sounds

leaven everything

the internet voices

sing along with each other

but I never feel I belong there

out of tune and indecisive

there is never a room

enclosed enough to chat in

though not for lack of wanting

I certainly contain the need

though it feels slow

as a handshake signal

disrupted when dialing

and all I can give

is a false note

in the voice of anachronism

such a small thing

a small thing indeed