on hold awaiting the principal of the school for homeless children

an obbligato beat is overcast in minor key
with darkly inlaid chimes

at intervals a woman's voice comes on
to ask who am I holding for

and then at last returns to say
they're having problems with their phones

clouds this morning don't have names
by the time one has discerned among them

each has disappeared or simply
reconfigured to another shape