Dislodged: Out-in-the-Air

Heading home again
After a busy night,
The clear sky full of stars
But nearly invisible in the city lights;

Out there is it any different?
I imagine floating through space
While walking at a regular pace,
Boots crunching on the snow and ice;

Still astonished by the events
Of recent days,
Waiting for it to sink in,
Meanwhile stumbling on.

Change is always happening
But sometimes we feel it more,
Not sure why that is
And too involved just now to consider it;

Maybe best to enjoy
The cool air while it lasts,
Making present moment
My priority,

Noticing each step
And being fully in it,
Descending into now,
Easing along with it,

Listening to the sounds
Of cars whooshing,
Human voices, barking dogs
And footsteps passing,

Finally reaching my door
And leaving the street behind,
Stowing my gear
And continuing to unwind.