While overthinking
how it’s going,
you lose
the moment.

Is this sunrise,
or sunset?
Without understanding
directions, all at once

you find yourself
uncertain. It’s just
a pretty sky. Your memory
refuses to help; you can’t tell

if it’s cooling
or warming up;
whether those distant cars
are coming or going.

Which way 
you are supposed to face
to decide what’s coming
or going is uncertain.

You close your eyes,
still unclear as to what
is going on but 
it’s dark enough now 

to pretend it’s going
the way you want — 
toward dark, toward light.
All you have now

is the moment. 
It is empty.
You are there.
Otherwise, nothing.

What else is there to do
but overthink everything
from here — past,
present, future if there is one.

Make it all up. Keep
your eyes closed. It is
neither warming nor cooling.
It is, instead, everything at once.