Drift

No matter where I’ve been since that last day, that day we sat across from each other at IHOP, the distance between us almost so real we could touch it, I have felt unmoored, like there’s nothing tying me down to this big blue beach ball. Work is different, work is a me place. But everywhere else-zero gravity. I have always wanted the world to do so many things-stop, slow down, speed up, sometimes all at the same time, and yet all I want right now is to just feel evidence of it under my feet. I look at other people and wonder how they’re fastened to it, how they’re not bumping into things. I don’t want to grab onto just anything, just to say I’m grounded. I want to make sure the dirt doesn’t collapse under my feet. But, don’t we all.