Gazer

I looked up at the sky and thought,

Haven’t I seen this sky before?

The blue, the puffy clouds,

The sun shining from the left;

All so familiar.

Is it a program?

Is this day a repeat?

Yes, ten, twenty, thirty, maybe infinitely,

this sky crossed my vision,

connecting my days,

Telling me:

The sky is blue.

The clouds are white.

The sun still shines,

There is nothing new under the heavens.