walking in the woods, you hear a noise (a to z)
A thump. A crash. A bzzzz.
Bugs or birds or something big and hairy?
Counting calmly, deliberately to six
does not help slow
elevated heart rates that rev
grimace and try to reach the magic digit
hoping it saves.
It doesn’t. Your
jumping heart races loudly roughly. The biorhythmic eq
kept out of sync as lungs fail to expand, heart valves don’t pump.
Laboring, a frantic vibrato.
Mouth jaggedly inhales than
nose reluctantly releases air from
overused lungs until
pulmonary veins do their work.
Quick beats slow soften are quiet. The noise returns. Maybe it’s only a blue jay
rustling in the woods vigorously, loudly, sounding as big as a yeti—
scratches amplified in the dry brush?
Tricked again into contemplating
uncomfortable thoughts of
What, you wonder, could
(e)xtremely large humanish-y bears do to you, alone in the woods? Don’t panic.
You don’t want to startle this type of creature. Running off frantically is dumb.
Zoologists know this. They have done the research. They have all the gruesome data.
with apologies to John Paul Sartre (z to a)
yellow bike passes by the curb
extra close to me, making the air feel kinetic
Veering into my path the
unapologetic rider pedals off
to terrorize someone else who is running.
Silently I fume and rehash.
Red-faced, a tsunami
quaking with over-blown outrage. I wonder, what would J
P Sartre think
of my reaction? Would he condemn it as bad faith? An existential
no no, giving other ways of being no room?
Maybe the yellow-biked rider had a reason–
like they were riding closer to say hello or to
keep me company as I ran on the path or to offer up
jokes—corny, idiotic ones that don’t require a high IQ?
I suppose these are plausible explanations. Or
how about this:
gnats flew in his ear, down his throat.
Flustered, he failed to call out, “hey you!”
Edging close, all he could do was a hasty improv—
deftly swerving, just barely avoiding me, our escape from collision narrow.
Could this be why? Stop with all this theorizing and relax—
bikes will bike by too closely
and it might just be because the biker is a spaz.