This is a Maelstrom

This is a maelstrom.
It is seeing a room,
Getting to know the furniture
Knowing the corners and contours
Memorizing the patterns on both
The carpet and the wall paper,
And then being blindfolded
And moved into another room,
Breathless, nervous
But brand new.
This is a maelstrom
And there will be baptism
In the rain, waves, and flood.
The storm has no eyes and we cannot see.
Suspended in mystification is a good place to be.
This is a ride, a white water rapid, but it is exciting.
There is a pretty sort of distress here.
No one knows anything.
I am just going to revel.
I used to know things but
giving that up is freedom.
I am just going to dance in the rain,
In the middle of this maelstrom.