Twenty-four hours is all it takes.
A hop on a plane
and another one
and trying to keep sane
as the time ticks by.
All of a sudden I
find myself disembarking and
searching for the familiar I try
to make sense of it all.
To make sense of
the loss and the gain
the hate and the miss and the love
the looming, blaring new.
How could it be
just twenty-four hours ago
I was happy as a bee
in a whole different world,
a whole different continent,
a whole different country, culture, language, people group.
Just twenty-four hours ago.