Sometimes I stop and look around and my eyes widen.

Sometimes I stop

and look around

and my eyes widen at where I am.

What I'm doing.

How I'm living.

Anxiety creeps in as

I wonder how it happened.

Who did the work.

Where the familiarity went.

Where the time went.

I dreamed that it was suddenly February,

huge changes had taken place,

no one knew but me,

and yet I had no recollection.

I woke up in a panic,

reminding myself how old I was

and where I was

and who I was.

Sometimes I stop

and look around

and my eyes widen at where I am.

What I'm doing.

How I'm living.

Sometimes it feels like I've forgotten.

But then I come back in,

look down at my hands and recognize them as my own,

feel into my heart and recognize it as strong,

read through my words and recognize them as true,

and am here.

Here, now.