the ice trays

I crack another tray
of ice
out into the ice box holder.
just one tray.
the other three trays
stay inside, those
small water rocks
can wait their turn, though
it never comes.
only the top tray
gets used and refilled.
why. I don't know.
it's just the way it is
with these trays, stacked
onto to one another.
it's not a metaphor
of life
by any stretch.
it's just ice.