Weather Warning is a panic attack poem, a description of how during a panic attack, we expect the worst kind of event. Thankfully, for the most part, our fears never materialise. A simple body experience like drinking a glass of water can dispel the panic.
The dial within my brain flipped to high alert,
the minute I walked into the room facing faces.
Status red weather warning,
flooding, high winds, damage to infrastructure likely.
The minute I walked into the room facing faces,
stripping me bare, spotlighting and exposing.
Flooding, high winds, damage to infrastructure likely,
body pumping, blood pressure rising, brain overload.
Stripping me bare, spotlighting and exposing,
people can see the leopard's spots.
Body pumping, blood pressure rising, brain overload,
the gathering's meat off the table.
Deaf, dumb, and blind I cowered
beside a suit
who proceeded to pour me a glass of fizzy water.
toned down from
status red weather warning.
The wolf had cried once again and flipped
the dial within my brain to high alert.