The Sky Reminds Me

The sky reminds me that there is more.
There is always more.
I am not sure what more there could possibly be,
But then again, I have no real imagination.
I see the days moving slowly,
And yet quickly, all at once.
Perhaps it’s my obsession with my lack of legacy,
Or the endless requirements
That repeat each day
And waste away mysteriously behind me.
I can’t reach what’s behind me;
Too much is blocking me.
Most of it is me.
I am waiting for more than this.
But until more arrives,
I must settle for this:
A frozen stream of water beneath the sky,
Still and unmoving,
A haunting reminder
That this is it—
All I have is what surrounds me.
Not what is above, or below, or behind,
But what is now.
This moment.
From now on, I must accept
That the sky is my enemy.
And I hope, I truly hope,
That I can get through the next minutes.