Man on a Cell Phone

He was speaking loudly into his cell,

Or perhaps he was hallucinating.

My guess? It was a long distance call,

Sort of a “shout out” to the ether.

As we approached one another

I suggested he lower the volume,

Or hand me his phone so that I could truly participate

in the unfolding saga.

In response to my earnest suggestions

I received a strange, almost hostile glare.

He did not relinquish “our” phone,

Not withstanding my enforced involvement in his call.

I pleaded that the person out there in the ether

Would surely want my opinion.

Realizing that he might be dealing with someone quite ill,

My newfound buddy yelled into our phone and hurried off.