this minute

getting ready for the next minute

preparing for the minute after that

leading up to the subsequent minute

setting me up to not fail in a future minute

and when I look back

at all these minutes

stacked up into days

into weeks, months, and years

I feel pride

anger

sadness

loneliness

I’d like to look

under the layer of shoulds

of this minute

to fall and surrender

maybe this minute

is not just a minute

but is all I have now