Catapulting Conundrum

It’s not every day

I’m in terror to feel

A sneeze creeping in while holding the wheel


Eyes shut completely

And when they resume

Relief fills the place that sheer panic consumed


Biological warfare

Prepared unforseen

Blisters the ambiance before then serene


Crackling through space

At disquieting speeds

Not what anyone wants, nor what anyone needs


Traveling a distance –

Of 6 feet, of course –

Inducing commotion with zero remorse


But hurling that blast

Of black matter, you see

Could lead to a boisterous achoo-ing spree!


Oh, sneezy conundrum!

Suppress, or set free?

If one launches out, well, then God bless me!


Esti Stoian, 2021

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