CALLMA KARMA

I believe in Callma.


Not to be confused with Karma
(Although it was spelled out on the Car, Ma!)

The Golden rule of coming
And Going
Around
And about
A round-about
A rotary-phone
Callma.

Arriving safely
To Destination
Just-in-nature
To ease her
Wondering mind
Callma.


Mother's instincts
Stuck in past
Imagining wrecks
On the over-pass
Text Two Words or
Callma.

Easy riders
Some by tow
Stop and focus
Slowly go
Ahead then
Callma.

Karma's kicking
Back at me
I stopped calling
And so did he.
Callma!

I stopped calling
Quit the team
Of members craving
Self esteem
Both sides lost
Callma

By out of mind
And out of sight
The memories fade
But not at night
Heart aches both ways
Until sunlight
Callma

I will call
To be reminded
Why I stopped
Now wondering
Why did I (bother to) call!?
Callma... blues!

But, I do hope
If he does call
He'll wonder why
He doesn't call more often.
Callma x


Early Spring 2012