Untouchable

Tomorrow is just over the sunny horizon,
tomorrow is where the sun shines onto my dog's water dish,
and I create ripples with my finger.
Tomorrow is always just out of reach,
like the tiny scales on the fish that jump like diamonds by the shores.
The wind is untouchable and yet I can feel it through me,
like I am just a jellyfish floating among the soft currents.
Tomorrow is like the wind in that way,
untouchable and yet always there.
You say tomorrow is always here,
but I know it's untouchable for you as well.