On Panic – a poem by Sophie Cooney

Does the body rule the mind?

A flash across the mind leads to
A furrow of the brow,
Which leads
to a closing of the eyes,
A blink
in time,
Before everything rushes in,.

The mouth dries,
The tongue sticks behind dry enamel,
Ground by bruxism into swollen gums .
Sweat trickles and prickles on the palms,
On the forehead, the nape of the neck.

Muscles tightening, temples pounding,
The stomach jolts and flips as the mind
Whirrs all thoughts to a frenzy,
One hundred miles per hour
A cyclone of the cerebellum

As the mind rules the body.