Where Am I?
Posted on July 9, 2009
The question rings through the air, like an echo in my heart, that is simultaneously in the wind. I feel like a child caught and I’m not even sure the answer to the question. Where am I?
Moments ago, I knew right where I was. Standing next to my wife next to the tree. That tree. You know the one. The one I was not supposed to eat from. Everything was as it has always been, and then she handed me the fruit. I took a bite, and it was like the world around me shifted. Like the air had been let out of my soul. Lights faded, my eyes grew dim. My eyes are adjusting but…then I heard the question. “Where are you?”
All I know is I am not where I was a moment ago. I haven’t really moved, but nothing is the same. All I did was take the fruit from my wife…If only she hadn’t…how could she have…maybe I would not have…
The question…still hanging in my soul. All I know is I don’t want to answer. I feel…caught. Blind. Confused. I think the lights are still fading. But my eyes continue to adjust.
My feet haven’t moved…but the landscape, the light looks different. I feel tired, getting heavy. Where am I?