the hour that you're in

the days slide into
nights.
you hardly remember what
last week
was like. where it went.
where it all
went so quickly.
photos
are strange reminders.
flat
and easy to hold, but
surreal too.
you are a day older
than you were
the day before.
stopping the clock is
impossible,
embracing it even harder.
it's all you can do
to press on
and be grateful for the hour
that you're in.