The Best Phone Call

Some are anxious,
excited and wound tightly,
still others enlightening,
with a profound silence at the end.
And then there are the ones you don’t expect –
those are the best ones,
when you come crawling out of a cold sweat
or hellacious day or both,
and there she is,
like a piano solo to define you –
a glass of ice tea in the summer swell of heat,
where you find it.
When all the world is ready to race off your tongue,
your ears break first,
and moments stream in blissful perfection
from exactly what you didn’t know
you needed.

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry