Where am I going?

I was there, then.

Swinging a two year old girl in my arms

she's heavy and growing.

We are frozen in that moment

that the camera, captured in that instant.

I'm here, now.

Sitting at a tall countertop in a stranger's home

They will become friends as I wipe down the counters

and sweep accumulated dust and pine needles off the floor.

I was there, once, two small children, dust on the floor,

too exhausted to care.

I'm here, now, the tap of keys, waiting for

the two-year old girl to arrive with her mother.

I don't know what is next.