Dizzy

I’m dizzy again.  It happens sometimes.  I think maybe I forget to breathe and then suddenly all the air that I didn’t take into me feels like it is circling me while I float in the twirl of it.  I am lost and unfortunately found in the banal breathlessness of daily life. 

I think of the time I fainted on the subway in Chicago, of the stranger who caught me before my head could hit the ground, of how he laid my body on the floor of the train and how the deep, steady groves of the floor beneath my fingers were the first sensation that pulled me out back to consciousness.  I think of all the little things I get caught up in and where I might fall next.