Waiting Room

When they turned to look around
their eyes caught
on nothing so they kept on turning, sped up,
until their balance seemed sure
to go off center and desert them
to a momentous stumble.
They put out their arms, trusting
no one would come to catch them if they fell.
And just as the blade of a fan pushes the air away,
the space around them did, in fact, remain.
If a gentle stranger ever did come,
the room had already blurred
from too long searching too quickly in every direction.
Nothing could stop them from looking,
once they couldn't see.