Poetic Asides What blank think, cascade poem

What I Think 

The sky is bluer than it ought to be.

Though February, the sun shines brightly.

The air is fresh and spring-like, but no wind.

I walk, clearing my mind as autos pass.

The call has gone out early this new year,

the yearning to go beyond the mundane—

my life I somehow unwittingly made.

The sky is bluer than it ought to be.

I deal with my stuff and the world still spins.

Each day the sun rises and life goes on.

I feel dull, alone, insignificant.

Though February, the sun shines brightly.  

I’m grateful I don’t have major problems.

I drift along on an untroubled sea,

no turbulent stressors rocking my boat.

The air is fresh and spring-like, but no wind. 

I must learn to have patience with doldrums,

keeping steady, knowing wind will pick up,

when I’ll sail along adventurously.

I walk, clearing my mind as autos pass.