There's that big exam on Monday morning
or the speech on Wednesday night
the first time you meet your girlfriends dad
that job interview a skyscraper above your head
we've all been there
those butterflies high on LSD
that won't get laid til they get to Winnipeg
these orphans of the heart, fed by the frontal lobe
are blended of our fears and doubts
unavoidable
but this is different
a quaking from without
a trembling that began in a solar storm
and knocked us on our ass without warning
you don't know where it came from
where it's going
or what it wants
but there it is,
and it's real
beyond the taming of buddha
knocking the wind out of your soul
ever had it?
did it frighten you?
it does me
because I seem to be the butterflies in its belly
