Unraveled, out of sorts.
Unsynced, frayed, just feeling my way
Through a dark room.
Hand on the wall, inching my way around it,
Hesitant, stumbling, inching slowly.
Turn upon turn, twisting.
What to make of a day?
How to figure out which way
In my escape, I am on the island, waves lapping
across my feet,
skies spreading out to meet the ocean,
Plenty of light.
No worries. No need.