Poem: Maybe

I wrote this poem as part of the 2011 Poem-A-Day challenge in April.
4/11/2011

Maybe today I will stop
picking at the crumbly, dark scabs
on these ragged wounds.
Maybe I will draw back
the shades to the shadowy inside,
let the liquid light deluge me,
and choose to see through the bleeding tears.
Maybe today I will trust.

Maybe—just maybe—
I’ll pick up the cold black telephone,
finger the rubbery buttons,
and dial instead of hanging up.
And just maybe—today—
the fresh, cottony clarity of your voice
like clothes drying in a summer breeze
will answer through the miles and the years.
Maybe today I will trust.