It was a normal case of nerves until
Things got dizzy.
I smiled at the projection screen,
Third row from the front. One of
One hundred. The meeting began.
The screen began to warp. My legs
And arms tingled while my chest
Clenched, screaming for escape.
I crossed and uncrossed and crossed
And uncrossed my legs.
Finally I let them wiggle.
Would I excuse myself, stumbling,
Apologizing, out of the conference room?
I couldn’t know.
With the neurotic passion of one who prays
To God only in emergencies I begged Him:
Please God, do not let me crumble on the
Floor in a heap.
I sat surrounded by static colleagues.
1:30 came after all, and the room
Eased, filling with voices.
I stood and glided to the door like a flower
Turning to the sun streaking through
Coolly I turned to join talk of