I have these numbers—
I call every day but
no one picks up the phone
I don’t actually know
if it rings, how it rings,
in the rooms of the house
that I call or why
the people living there
won’t answer
I imagine the rings
echoing like ripples
along a corridor,
searching for
an alcove or an ear
to bump up against—
for the line
to reach its destination
for a voice to answer
In response to Via Negativa: Pilgrim's Progress.