Shortly (The Wind's Blowing Out) Poem by Mark Money

she calls from the bedroom
using that sleepy voice
sounding like she's been dreaming
and only awakened long enough
to realize i'm not there.

i don't answer
(waste of time) 'cause i know
she'll be asleep again
before the sound travels to her.
besides, the wind's blowing out.

and her question?
'when you comin' to bed? '
i would have stopped writing long enough
to answer 'shortly'
but the sound would have never reached her ears.
remember? the wind's blowing out.

© (1999—Tulsa, OK)