I Ran

The sight of you concussed me;
Turned my knees into brittle fossils,
Made my world spin in a centrifuge.

You held up your hand.
I saw five fingers spread open
Instead of two fingers in V formation.
I rolled into a ball, hands protecting
My head, prepared to receive
The slap that never struck.

I mistook your peaceful
Approach as an act of aggression.
Between fight or flight–
I choose the latter.

As I ran towards
This labyrinth of alleys
(Which I now can’t find
My way out of),
I risked one final look at you.
You didn’t give chase,
As I had anticipated;
Rather, you stood there,
Hands on hips, and shook your head.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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