Poem 335 – Helpless

In the corner of my eye
the phone flashes
urgently. But why?
Why are they calling?
I can’t answer now,
they know I’m at work.

But why are they calling?
Has something happened?
Is that why they’re
calling? A thousand
permutations present themselves
but I still can’t answer.

I’ll have to get someone
else to answer
while I press on
with the task in hand.
I pretend to work,
time on hold.

I was in the middle of leading a song at church when I spotted my phone was ringing… It turns out there had been an accident at home, but thankfully, all was ok in the end.
(27.10.24)

© Ben Quant 2024
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