Interference
Interference The wind is from the north today, fresh and cool, summer nearly done. This wind usually brings a back-to-school clarity. I can’t think, though. Lots of us can’t think right now. Some white noise, some steady, pattern- breaking buzz interferes. The world is shaking like a rattle. The young ones shake it hard. I want to help the present, its logic, its wild beauty. If I can’t help by thinking, or with words, then I want to, pledge to, mean to be the interference. S. Robbins, August 31, 2020, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 