I wrote down this song. I just can't remember who to send it to.

[rebecca_in_blue]

This poem was found on a piece of paper folded in the back of my siddur at services tonight. It doesn't seem to have ever been published, but it seems familiar to me.

I'm writing this while holding on a long-distance call to a stranger,
and the information I'm asking for concerns a conversation between two strangers
that has not happened yet.

I've waited so long.
I know I should hang up, but if I do, I will lose the connection,
and all this time I've waited will have been in vain,
since I will probably have to transmit all of this once more -- not to the stranger I'm waiting for,
but to someone else,
meaning that the whole nature of the conversation will have to be altered
in order to accommodate not two, but three, strangers
and not one, but two, connections.

I am the stranger holding and the writer writing,
and I am calling you.
I am
calling you
calling you
I am

I am

[Carol Adler, 1981]