I dial America, chanting

Knock, knock, who’s there?

From across the pond, fraternal hugs through

Silicone screens and probing memories of decades

Buried beneath the rubble of demolished lives


I dial America, smiling

White teeth, shiny brown eyes

Ambitious dreams, money, fast cars

Big houses in new lands I have never wished to see

Except when I was fourteen and made plans to move to

Tennessee, but you didn’t know me then


I dial America, laughing

At non-PC jokes and modern worries

But fresh to me is your laughter too

The wisdom of age has touched us

I am a free woman, I have made my choices


I dial America, after all these years and

Counting my blessings on all my fingers and toes

Know that I am rich when you answer the call.