Gunshots in the synagogue.Screams resound, bones shatter, blood pools, worshipers lay dead.Senseless in this holy place.Sitting ShivaWhile we argue gun control in tweets and savor our lattes.

Bombs at the marathon.Runners, bystanders maimed by ragged bits of steelLodged in bleeding legs and arms.More security, more police, more cameras fill the worldWhile we vow to conquer terrorism and Isis and nosh on lunch.

I was stalked by a tiger

Dark and golden fur on soft paws

Melting into grasses of camouflage.

A mouth of saber teeth tore apart my skull.

Sun glints on sparkling morning sea. I walk the beach and spy a shrimp boat bobbing, Booms outstretched eager for the catch. Who controls the numbers seized? Menus filled with shrimp, fried, boiled, baked, will we eat them all?

Joggers and runners, ear buds in, red-faced, panting, sweating, enduring their mile, their five miles. Fanny packs and backpacks bounce, holding their devices. They listen: music, news, texts, emails. The splendid sound of waves, the shells, the sand, are lost.