It is hard to focus on my manuscript;
my eyes jump from the page to the wind
outside my window.
Unlikely traumatic events make me and
my writing falter. They say that no news
is good news. No quips about bad news.
The unexpected and the unwanted, the
wanted and the hoped for crisscross to
bring about a different reality.
You are separated from what you know;
but not connected to what is to come. If
this makes sense to you, explain it to me.