Call and Response

Here's an old, old poem of mine from my youth- one of the few I remember and like, although it's more abstract and allegorical than what I tend to write these days. (Yes, it's been a hectic week and nothing new occurred to me.)

Call and Response

I found myself

in a world of half-truths

that didn't add up.

I found you playing

on an abacus

as if it were a harp.

And when I asked you

for the answer,

you sang to me.

And when I asked again,

you stopped.