Not Today

• Sargun Kohar , Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2022

“We’ll see the sun again, faint heart- don’t fret, you’ll have your way.
For now let time unfold itself, it didn’t choose me today.”
The sun won't come up in the dead of night,
Who's to say he'll see his own light?
Infatuation drove him from creek to land,
Now drinks the sun out of his lover's hand.
Time cradles his light and strokes his face,
"Dear, stay with me. It's destiny's lace.
Don't leave me for the withered rain,
She expects you to carry her mighty wain.
Tomorrow is ours, as is today,
And my fist is shut to the world's dismay.”
With that the sun slept soundly tonight,
And tomorrow woke Eden in mounds of spite.
And in eden the golden foil would be scraped along the line of the sky,
And the loop be cut, and the flowers die.