The Endless Now

My fingertips graze the tips of wheat
Sipping the sky in fields of gold
I watch the waves roll
Across the plains so vast
Blue descends upon me
With a quiet weight all its own
My chest expands in Nature’s
Ever loving caress
I long for days gone by
Beneath Time’s endless stampede
Yet no repast comes
From God or man
I sink into the flow
As the days recede
Endlessly into the fading horizon
I am alone, moving forward,
In currents that are not my own
I see an emptiness before me
And so much behind me
I am drunk on the wine of yesterday
And long for something fresh on the morrow
As I sift through the Endless Now.