Land line

My phone is ringing
so I check the display
it's not a call centre
in a land far away
it's not a politician
a phish or a scam
it's a real person
who knows who I am. 

And now someone else
I actually know
is calling to chat 
like we used to do
before everything stopped
and we went inside
waiting for covid
to subside.

And now through the phone
and into my brain
the past is calling
me back again 
digging up dreams
rearranging my thoughts
jiggling memories
connecting the dots.

Squaring up the future
lining up my mind
with dates and commitments
all neatly defined.
and it's looking like maybe
we're going back once more
and soon we'll be living
like we did before. 

Which I would