January 4th, 1978 7:30 p.m . poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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"The Universal Mind" (Meets Ruth in a Phone Booth)

Returning to thoughts lost long ago
I've found that through these I might grow
And learn once more the rules of time
And concentrate with the universal mind.

A phone call, rain soaked sheets
Phonebooth is lacking a door
I dial with passion
  An awaiting vision
    Words tumble into the receiver
      I sense cars pass by
       But cannot hear them
      Words try valiantly through
     time and space to assimilate
    A sense of togetherness
I talk disembodied,
    floating above my words
      listening to the sound of
    your voice, your laughter
Your abiding concern....
I long to touch your hand
And  gaze in your deep eyes
I've been so foolish
And do never want tointrude
I am happy just to hear you
And about you
As I float back home
And think of "meeting" you again

.1978

copyright 2001 Michael F. Nyiri