Wednesday Poem

Call

No slender thread,
no telephone cord
binds us anymore.
Now that our computers call each other,
I can’t
press your voice to my ear.
No longer can I hear you breathe. Now, we are bound only
by a weak connection
and we break up
and break up
and break up.

by Doireann Ní Ghríofa
from Oighear
publisher: Coiscéim, Dublin, 2017
translation: 2017, Doireann Ní Ghríofa