Have I been absent lately?
Looking in the mirror
I see my physical presence.
But my mind…

It drifts and floats,
an airship with no tethers,
bobbing, floating,
bouncing off ideas
and spinning in circles
as the cyclone of thoughts
swirls beneath the depths
I cannot see.

‘Lost in the clouds’
doesn’t fit.
I do not soar like an eagle
using the currents to help me,
but rather react and absorb.
I long for a presence
to draw me back,
a connection to tether me.
For that I must come back,
be present, look around,
and drop my anchor.