Swirling, rising, settling, obliterating any sense of direciton or distance.
I stumble forward then back again.
Not sure which way to turn, where to go, or what to do.
Fully consumed by the fog of this day, these decisions, these choices, these reponsibilities.
So I stop to get my bearings,
To orient myself in the here and now,
And take my next small step.
Again, and again, and again.
Karri Temple Brackett
May 15, 2023