Disjointed contradictions
juxtaposed across
the thin line of time.
What was had ceased,
what future I awaited
was not in wait for me.
In the present,
time has folded over
to envelope me
like collapsing waves,
turning me in crossed currents.
No longer sure
which way is up
where is forward or back,
which way to solid land,
I am adrift.
Do I simply ride
currents as they carry me?
Or should I cup my hands
against the confusion,
stroke against incongruity
and kick, thrash, struggle
till things make sense?