Here I Am – Still

I gather where I am now. Grasp it but still confused.

I gather my thoughts. I try to. But they fly so hard and fast. They weave. They muddle.

I’m degrading, downsizing, departing.

New medications. New doctors. New people, strange odd. New me?

Don’t know. Yet. Ever? Forever?

Is this a slide? Low? Below? Beware.

What I don’t remember I still don’t remember. But a nurse, with a trusting face, filled me in on what happened last week, to land me in this hospital. I still don’t really understand.

Dreams, I think.

Thinking is rapidly and slowly changing.

I’ll let the rats decide.