gripping my chair

gripping the edge of my chair
waiting to hear more, the lawyer
in her high heels wheeling back and
forth in front of me, warning us all
to be careful, the government is watching
us on the beach, on the phone,
in our rooms, in meetings, conferences
of our lives, I wonder at how she stands
in those high heels, noting the curvature
in her back, how else to hold her head high
when her body is pitched so far forward,
her grey hair swings back and forth
smoothly across her shoulders, so
well behaved, and then she reminds
me to grip my chair and listen
lest I get in trouble,
unknowingly, but
dangerously.