A DISTURBING INCIDENT.

Hope I didn’t wake you too much
This morning
When my phone
Took the opportunity
To call you from
The relative harbour of my garments
Without my knowledge,
Or authority,
And quite frankly against the explicit
Wishes
I’d imparted to it
After the last time
It had the temerity to break
Its moorings
And roam,
Unaccompanied,
Across the vast divides
Of space and time,
And disturb you in the middle of the night,
Whilst I,
Innocently
Wandered in the winter
Of my mind,
As I strolled around the town
On baby business,
Jostling my pockets as I went;
But I guess at least it wasn’t
The toddler who called,
Unlike last time....