Outside, it’s 91 degrees, which
reminds me of the time I felt lost
but wasn’t. I was at the movie
theatre in Spokane, River Park Square,
waiting for my sister. We would
see a movie together and then eat chicken
sauté with peanut sauce afterward
at the outside restaurant. While I waited,
children raced about and shoppers
strolled past—everyone tanned and cool
in the air-conditioned mall. Suddenly, I felt
lost, panicky…which didn’t make sense.
At last, my sister showed up, all bubbly
and full of fun. That moment, imperceptibly,
the feeling left me. We bought popcorn
and Cokes and found our seats. I told
her what had happened. I don’t remember
what she said, but perhaps it was something
like: Did you drink enough water?
*It’s 100 in Spokane today. 112 by Tuesday.
Blessings on you for enduring that unseasonably brutal heat. This poem resonated with me. I have experienced the same feeling, but could not put it into words. Thank you!