There are just enough
decibels in that man’s
whisper behind you
so that you can hear
the quiet chewing
of broken glass now
and as it always has been
since the beginning.
Mike Dillon lives in Indianola, Washington, a small town on the Salish Sea northwest of Seattle. In his retirement, he continues to travel as he did in his younger years, with a backpack and a desire to see things. His poems have been published in book form more than a few times; his essays appear in this country and abroad.