hearing your voice is still too much for me
the way you say my name 'soledad so-le-dad'
i'm jolted when my itunes delivers it to me in the amalgam of voice memoed songs
today i called my bank in frustration and once i'd given
all the information to prove I was who I was the teller said my name on the other end of the line
"Soledad?" he slipped out of his customer service tone into a different voice.
"yes" I replied eagerly, automatically, though he couldn't see my head nodding itself
it was only in the second afterwards that I thought about how lucky I was to be
that wash of warm water, that breath of tropical air, how lucky I was that
that "soledad" was me