A glitch in the matrix A disturbance in the force The interruption you feel When you find out news About someone you care about While some say Every time a bell rings An angel’s doing things the interruption I keep hearing is distant human suffering


Thinking about lakes and fly fishing somedays Remembering snow-capped mountains Her Colorado land-escapes. Thinking about baseball caps And work worn hands of my grandfather Who saw much and said little In a memory scrubbed haze Thinking about freshly cut tree globes That gargoyled the other kin’s back on California Sundays A hastily packed suitcase full…