So many things. Too many things.

A tornado, a hurricane, some kind of storm and I’m not in the temporary refuge of the eye

See somehow I’m stuck inside a tumble dryer

Slapped in the face with half-wet, sloppy socks spinning, spinning, spinning

Not much to hold on to

When the fuck will the buzzer go? I thought I set the timer but I can not remember

How did I even end up in here

On a life boat, convinced that I am doing fine until –

I realize I’m soaking wet because I’ve already fallen in but when ….

How did I even end up in here

I can not find my life jacket

Where the fuck is my life jacket

I thought I was doing fine

Yet all there is to do is be present

I am still living; I tell myself

I must reach down for my roots