Engaged: Riding the Waves

I feel as if
I’ve arrived
At the place
I’ve always been,

Seeing double,
I keep typing
The same word twice
And shaking with agitation,

As wave after wave
Of my migraine’s
Coming in
And going out again

But where’s the shore?
Or is that just a metaphor?
And for what I wonder,
Will I ever discover?

What was it
I was looking for?
When I set out
And when did I set out?

Oh well,
The microwave bell
Announcing my hot water
Has rung,

Time to brew
Some green tea
Before setting off
To work once more;

If I find a, ‘shore,’
Along the way,
Perhaps I’ll report on it
Tomorrow.