Hotline

 

HOTLINE

(Photo credit: Hello Turkey Toe)

dusk settles;
a shiver, linked to evening air,
races through me,

not a trace of sun
empty of essential warmth
I watched the sun set as the moon rose

pencil poised
tall, like a fence post,
ready to record chain of requests

following a recipe for absolution,
I too plead to be forgiven,
and check in with the operator…

“Prayer Hotline is now open.”

2012-08-26
P. Wanken

 

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl’s Prompt #71: dusk, link, trace, empty, essentials, rose, pencils, fence, chain, recipe, forgiven, and operator. Also posted for Day 54 at “100 Days of Summer” — click here to go to their Facebook page.