as if I am in a foreign land....and yet...

I knew where I was,
I understood all the voices speaking...
though the words no longer make sense...
it is as if I am in a foreign land.

Two...drinking coffee, tucked behind laptops,
spoke of thier weekend.
Life is good they confirm,
travel...
children...
family...
homecoming...
and yet it is as if I am in a foreign land.

Nothing seems typical these days.
Everything is different,
familiar
but
different.

I am home
but
I am
not....
it is as if I am in a foreign land.

And
yet
a
dear
friend from the past
sat with me...
drank strong coffee with me...
remembered with me...
shared deeply with me.

Our eyes welled with tears,
the stories so
powerful...
meaningful...
and real.

Though I find myself in a foreign land -
clarity...
depth...
meaning...
love...
new perspective...
begin to surface.

Slowly...
very,
very,
v e r y,
s l o w l y. . .
I imagine myself
at
home.

It is as if I am in a foreign land,
and yet...
I am strangely
finding my way
home.