Snippets of song lyrics emerge from the unconscious sometimes to “explain” what’s happening.  Like yesterday before going to work.  Calm waters . . .


as a light barge and escorts approach and


I conclude it’s a Dann and a Hornbeck and


Ripples disturb the smooth liquid


and then patterns get more erratic and I


guess the morning calm has these distortions oscillating outward for a spell,


the same way things evolve at work or loves or deals or even in dreams.  And the words of Bob Dylan “It’s all over now, baby blue” bubble to the surface after decades of immersion.

Rumor:  Alice sat at a dock in Brooklyn this morning as if she’d never been away around the world . . . any confirmation of that sighting?