Here's to my friend, Job, Part II

Suitcases rush past,
And fingers type quickly
job searches are gifted
with business casual uniforms so swiftly

And your slow walk
interrupts the rushed day
And your tears make everyone uncomfortable today
and the fact that we lay
in ashes that we pray
in the middle of the business day--no production
Interrupts

Your pain
interrupts
their day

Your quivering hands and lips
interrupts their
constructs
of how sane
they think they are
so that you become "other"
and they became scared
by their illusion
and surprised by
crisis,
unaware

And you,
calm
when crisis strikes
because crisis is the norm
and you learn to pace your fears through the ever-present storm
while former experts at life panic
you remain calm in the crisis,
--expert
while everyone is manic