Am I present

Am I present

Just by virtue

Of my sitting here?

When my mind

Has taken flight.

Disappeared,

As often as it might,

Drifting in and out

Of presence.

Sometimes mindful

Of its task,

Oft times, not,

It slips,

Somewhere other

Than this place

In time and space.

Detached,

A hermit,

Squeezed out, from its

Too small shell.

Left to wander,

Homeless,

Through a plethora

Of memories.

Some grown so vast

They dominate the skyline,

And I am lost

In their shadow.

Finding consolation

In the reflections

From their

Imperfect windows.

Splintered highlights.

I am pulled back,

Brought home,

Unto myself.

A little wiser than before,

But still not done.

As a little

Of the essence

Of every thought

Is lost,

The moment

Over thinking

Has begun.