Where Do I Go From Here?

Salt Lake City to Ogden May 23rd 12 am. 

The plane lands. 

I deplane. Check for my belongings. 

Stand in line for my bag. 

People cheer over the basketball game. No CNN for once on the TV's. 

When I was flying time stood still.No phone. No internet. No contact. No updates. 

Then the questions come in rapid succession now that I'm standing here at my car. 

What's going to happen? 

I don't know.

Will there be changes?

I hope so. 

Will there be trouble? 

I don't know. 

What going to happen once I'm here? 

I don't know. 

Where do I go from here now that we are 1,309 miles apart? 

I don't know. 

Will there be time for dreaming when this nightmare is over? 

I don't know. 

What happens when I can't hold on?

What happens when tomorrow comes and there is nothing I can do? 

Just pull chair out and adjust the pen. Just write. 

What's going to happen?

I don't know. 

But whatever happens here I go. 

What's going to happen? 

Where do I go from here?