Try as I might
I cannot seem to get through to you.
It is as though there is some universal static
in the air ways.
All my dialing comes to nothing
and I am whirled away into chaos.
Galaxies do better;
Dorothy in her cyclone eventually landed;
Job came finally to terms with the whirlwind.
There should surely be some meaningful
meeting of minds we could come to,
But now that I see you there
in the center of everything
I realize that there is no place for 2 in that position.