Of middle age,
standing in a room filled with grinding,ripping machines
sun light,filtered,shinning
through saw dust air
and I suddenly realized,
I could be next!

The sky could reach down sucking me up,
the earth could open taking me under,
at any moment lungs could seize,
finally filled withthis thick air
I've chosen to breath!

Motionless at the table saw,
its teeth roaring,screeching in my ears!
Had no idea what to do next,
where to go from here?

Suddenly, I looked back at the cut sheet,
got my measurement,
then slowly made the next cut.