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by layoffs and rejections,
form letters and non-replies,
haughty, indifferent felines,
telephone solicitors who don’t
know when to quit,
check engine lights that won’t go off
and noises from somewhere that
get louder, but won’t reveal their location
with a mechanic present,
television announcers who make
in one year what would take me twenty
and still don’t know what
they’re talking about,
politicians that talk and talk and talk
and talk and talk and talk.
I have been interrupted
in my quest for fulfillment,
in my daily lecture series
to no one in particular
about things that annoy me,
in my search for inspiration,
during a longed for
good night’s sleep,
by a friend with a problem
I have no solution to,
in the middle of a prayer,
during a good conversation,
by an answer
I wasn’t expecting.
These moments of life
have stalled my progress,
chased dreams from my yard,
refused to do the dishes
that are piling up in the sink,
left me laughing uncontrollably,
gave me stories to tell
to people who didn’t care
but listened amiably anyway
from the supermarket check-out line,
have found me face down and in tears,
led me to question everything,
gave me purpose.