Intrusion

Hyperfocus is a real pain.

He is an intrusion on my thoughts
like a telephone shriek in the middle of a song
I just started to play. 
I count until the third ring.
Answer with a customer service smile.
I listen to him
trickle around his intentions like
water between melting ice
over the unmade bed of a creek
where dead grass groans.
Heaps of grass the color of aged paper or dead …