Michelle Bonczek-l

The Call

 

 

Its movement reflected

in drops of condensation

on her wine glass, reflected

on her fingernails, the red

 

shine of her lips.

I saw a shadow sip

from a pool in her

pupil. Tonight

 

when we cut into the cake

I’m already half- expecting

the phone to ring.

For the news to be laid out

 

across the floor of the living

room. A Great Blue Heron

announced itself in the darkness

at the pond’s edge.

 

It was only I who noticed.

This isn’t the first time.

I wish I could’ve told you

To make the ringing wait,

 

to look out the window instead,

behind you now, the wings wide

enough to carry your body, any

body, though the night.