Do Not Answer the Phone
(In an Emergency)

I recoil from the whipping wind, crouch
fetally beside the table against the retaining
wall to wait for the next rumbling of earth.

A zealous student of civil emergencies I have
learned to protect the body in the middle
of even imagined cataclysm, printing

advanced copies of the blockbuster,
of how Indran will survive planning ahead
to be the last man alive on his high class block

up Morne Calvaire. But I will jump from
home to office, and all about, in this story
and believe still that I can make a straight line

of the most motley selection of competing
distractions, office door open, man waiting
patiently while a colleague inside speaks

for the two minutes we can spare before
the waiting room gets rid of the latest occupant
to welcome another voice into the daily cacophony,

and all that remains is to push the desk
to the wall, bend snug into a baby ball
and wait for the Blackberry to go ping,

and remain blinking, while the building shakes,
and the wind roars past the amniotic sack
stacked safely against the table’s legs.

 

 

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