Eight days into the new year
I realize I have not yet
written the correct date.
I go back through my journal
making corrections,
feeling grounded for the first time
since the transition.
Though a bit sluggish,
and stunned. Odd bedfellows –
sluggish and stunned.
With that aftermath feeling often have,
when crawling out of overwhelm
back onto solid ground.
Looking for landmarks,
trying to recall directions
to the place where I think
I still live.
Unless, I have re-surfaced
in the wrong time zone and
landed near my old grade-school
and must now walk
out into the country
to find my way home.

1/8/07