Where I Am

edited.jpg

Sometimes when I wake up,

I don't know where I am.

I don't know where I'm going, where I've gone,

or where I've been.

Yet I am in the same place

that I was when I began to dream,

after going back to sleep

while thinking on what I have seen.

In this moment, undisturbed in space and time,

I try to orient myself against the world.

But I can't tell what's close, what I can reach,

and what is farther,

What’s someone else's, what’s no one's

or what's mine.

Then I wake, the world it hits me,

it’s future virtues, present vices and past sins.

I'm back where I belong, the ocean.

Will I sink today, or will I swim?