I don’t know you,
and I say this will pure love and kindness.
I don’t know you
because when I fell,
an injured wing,
you felt deeper for my heart,
and because you touched the heart
when few believed it was there
I sang my song for you
again and again
over the telephone wire
until it was just my voice carrying along
and for all I know you slept.
I haven’t heard you talk much since.
I want to know how to listen.
I have hurt your wing.
You’ve been carrying me along.