10,109. IN THE STORM

IN THE STORM

Isn't it always the way  - you have

to target something, I guess, to focus

attention on a pinpoint piece, concentrate

the action of what you are feeling. I am

sitting in a storm, behind window and

walls, yes, so no real danger, but it howls

and I hear the full rain. The fire sirens too

are going off, and I wonder, first, 'it's not

me; I wonder what's now happened? A

housefire, or a car wreck in the raging

storm?' Either one, these days, mostly

draws the firetrucks too. I'll never know,

unless I see some sort of burnt-out wreckage

tomorrow sometime, or someone tells me 

in a non-human way, what's going on. 

The way we have it now, I mean : news by

newsfeed, little blurbs of local junk, and

cheap headlines from some snark lurking

around courthouses and law offices.

Hard to get away from all of that : like

people with pets, one dog leads to 

another dog, and that dog has an owner, 

and the next thing you know there's 

another because he or she knows him 

or her. A maze of useless information 

while you're trying to focus

while holding a leash.