Peak Hour

• Daisy Jeffrey, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2016

I hear the tick tocking of bodies, pressed for time,
I see the shadows eat them up with glee,
I see the sun, fiercely blushing as night kisses it goodbye,
Until the deep dark blue is freed,

I’m sitting, trapped in a small blue box,
Racing down the road,
Racing against rapids of red lights,
A river where green once flowed,

The man behind me stinks of cigarettes,
His clothes scream regret and danger,
The man in front radiates cologne,
His wealth could buy the world, I wager,

So I find myself jammed between the ground and glowing horizon,
Just another in a still river of cars,
Glazing over as day surrenders to night,
Until I see the first star.