No Answer

A young man knocked on my door,

I was watching late tv,

Seinfeld,

Everyone asleep but me.

He wanted me to let him in,

To call someone,

On the telephone.

But there was no answer,

On the other end.

He said to me,

No answer, He said before he left.

Their was a nun in Spain,

That let me in her house,

And told me in Spanish, her ways.

I listened with,

My entire HearT,

No one could speak it,

Just like her,

For me to finally understand,

Almost every word.

My favorite part of the trip,

I almost missed.

So I sent a thank you.

No answer.

I sent some Christmas cards,

To some Mothers back home,

They always did so much,

Looking back it always did show.

No answer back.

I didn’t need a ‘hello,’

or ‘Nice to hear You are okay.’

Just thought it odd,

Out of their nature.

The women who give it all,

And receive their thankless praise.

So when the storm got bad,

I called for help,

It way beyond,

My powerless account.

Fear gripping my resolve,

Taking all the breath I had,

Hoping for relief,

But none is what I got.

There was no answer,

On the other side.

No one is coming.

It all came to me,

Like a domino,

Falling and falling,

Then desolate after the show,

No one is coming.

No communication

Ex communication

No one is coming.