panic...
panic
as a child
is ill
the empathy
of suffering
ignites
the worry
of healing
second nature
beyond
the puke
instinct
knowledge
calming surface
the heat
of battle
triggers
actions
first cause
reverse engineer
from there
even the animals
know
the trouble
the detour
from normal
every day
routine
feeding
the pooch
w/a spoon
the giggles
the over the top
guffaw
wise ass
smart
at such
youth
a family
issue
as most days
a challenge
too busy
to worry
about
the politics
of the whole
trust
in the powers
in charge
dwindles
into evaporation
isolation
becomes
your saving grace
no wounds
serious
today
twenty-four
the duration
forty-eight
and the routine
begins
to shine
as a chicken
lost
from the coop
surely
the fox
who lurks
a weak link
as it is designed
new chicks
hatch
seeds pop through
soil
birds chirp
sing
and flap wings
away
to safety
the day turns
as a wagon
wheel
stone
after stone
throws up
mud and dusty
skies
alive
as pencil
to paper lines
divide
the faith
of future
lock and load
last resort
failing tort
corrupt
as the day
is long
in summer
skies
nights
in quiet sparkle
as so much
movement
well beyond
traveling aircraft
city
to city
amongst
the lies
and hidden secrets
in plain sight
first and foremost
do
not
panic