By Valerie Sonnenthal
adrenalin surges
squeezing into darkness
sweat trickles
along bulging veins
fingers reach for mine
whispering calm wanting
like a thick fog to settle
every soul from panic
stricken faces drained
of color we hold ourselves
in pitch black praying
some stiff rigid with fear
exhale is whispered
a mantra for being
out of site
fear the world beyond
our humid confines
belie eternity
raw energy
time lost for presence
always greater
than everyday
prayer caught
in the back of my throat
why am I still allowed
to swallow
* Dedicated to all those who have ever had to hide in a closet from someone with a gun.
Valerie Sonnenthal is a contributor to The MV Times, offers monthly Sound Baths, teaches MELT Method, and is working on bring Kaiut Yoga to the Vineyard.