This Place Where I Sit

This place where I sit so unfamiliar to me this is not what I had imagined not what I expected this is not the path I was walking on must have slipped through a wormhole a mysterious splice in time and materialized stumbling on the other side or, somehow swept up into a tornado drifted on the blustery wind spat out viciously, just like Jonah to this place where I sit with all of my stuff, my books and other things and challenges I’ve been here quite a while this place where I sit my hiding place, my shelter my comfort zone, my kid calls it home I’m grateful for this safety net this place where I sit, well rehearsed and polished but I’m ready to move on