"a phone moment"

again from "the Writer's Almanac"

On the Phone

by Michael Milburn

That whooshing, watery,
radio-being-tuned sound
tells me he's outdoors
on his way somewhere
and I'd better talk fast.
I can't remember
the last time I phoned him
without dreading that countdown
to when he says, "I'm going
into the subway, Dad, got to go."
Lately, he even calls me from the street—
a convenient way to keep
his keeping in touch short. He's right—
I'd talk to him for an hour,
marching through my pent-up questions.
It tires me, wanting him so much,
the resistance with which he responds.
I bet there's a girl out there
he'd duck into a lobby
to keep speaking to
as long as she desired. Instead,
he tells me that I'm breaking up,
and there's a sound
as if he's dropped the phone
into a rushing river, which then
pulls him in too, his life.

"On the Phone" by Michael Milburn, from Drive By Heart. © Word Press, 2009. Reprinted with permission

how many times do we place our phones in a position as a means of distance rather than inter-connectedness,i know i am the recipient or the creator of such "phone moments"

Thanks to the poet for crystalizing a moment in words that can be so true about who we can be sometimes and how elude each other....