Time

• Jordan Tselepy, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2009

The spirit of time, knowing it can’t be stopped.
Reaching out with powerless, mortal hands,
Attempting the impossible.
Standing on the edge and thinking I can change it.
Feeling my heart longing for a break from beating.
Knowing in my head I must move on,
Keep going.
To stop is perilous, I’ve tried that before.
I felt the curtain slowly drawing back.
Their voices had rung through my mind.
Their fingers had, almost tenderly, tried to fasten onto my warm skin,
Theirs being as cold as the heart of winter itself,
I had recoiled from that touch,
The sun had pulled me back.
And now, here I am once more; frightened as the seconds are sliced off before me,
Thinking that this time, maybe, they would listen.