POEM - The Proper Way

Walking into the large old building

There is a space

Between the outer doors

And the rest of the building

Like a deep breath

Where the air is different

Just for a moment

In this vestibule

Sound plays with the walls

And I wonder how long I can stand there

Let the sounds bounce around me

Listen for the changes in pressure

As other bodies flow past

Mostly unaware that I am stationary

As I close my eyes

And lean my head back

Facing the high ceiling

Just being in that space

Walking around  with the revolving door

I wonder for a moment

If I am really going to exit

Maybe I will go around once more

Or twice if the mood strikes

An unexpected obstruction

To any new passengers

And when I hit the round about

I do the same thing in my car

Go round and round

Until I'm nearly sick

Dizzy and delighted

All my passengers screaming

If I could I would close my eyes

Hold the wheel in a locked turn

Enjoy the tug of the centrifugal force

Pulling in a playful way

Imagining the swirling currents I'm creating

A miniature tornado in genesis

How long would it take

How fast would I need to go

To make it really happen

But I don't often stop

In the empty spaces

As I breeze through

Carried with the crowd

And I exit the revolving door

At the time I should

Mindful of my polite upbringing

And of course I keep my eyes open

When driving on the round about

Though I take an extra lap

More often than not