Out for my normal daily walk.
Feeding the addiction.
Hoping to delay the inevitable, and
keep Father time at bay.

Then from nowhere,
something struck me.
Like a silent bolt of thunder.
Except that the sky was clear.

Felt electricity zipping through body,
and buzzing in my ear.
Was it angelic allegory,
or devil’s dirge?

Urging me to make a call.
To a friend out of touch.
Felt no immediate need.
Added it to my to-do list.

Not a matter of life or death,
whether I make the call or not.
Oblivious to what ‘s to come,
sooner, not later.

Shortly a call came.
This time for real.
Not angelic, rather devilish.
Friend’s wife had died the day before.

I wish I had made the call.
May her soul rest in peace.