Another Drops

No. If we have lived
beyond the age of excitement
and life flows leisurely in deep channels,
we no longer seek relief for simple miseries.
Solitary and rising from thin beds,
we say our blessings over bread.
Distantly, we watch others
rumble around the outdoors,
through chosen recreations
and we can't reach them.
The hints that gave us hope
soon echo away and fade.
It is as it will be.
Small contained places,
noisy, rarely answered
telephones.