It is hard to focus on my manuscript;
my eyes jump from the page to the wind
outside my window. I’ve been crushed.
Unlikely traumatic events make me and
my writing falter. They say that no news
is good news. What about bad news?
The unexpected and the unwanted appear
to crisscross with the wanted and the hoped
for to bring about a different reality.
I am separated from what I know; and I’m
not connected to what is to come. If any of
this makes sense to you, explain it to me.