The Day Waits

Today is March Forth and Do Something Day.

A day when we say ‘Carpe Diem’ and seize the chance to make progress.

So let’s.

When one person steps forward, the world begins again.

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The clocks stop,

All at twelve.

A kettle that whistles.

Incessantly.

He waits silently at the door. 

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A student freezes, his notes unread.

A still man, the receiver hanging

From his hand. 

People at the bus stop.

A bus comes, but no one boards.

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It circles streets –

Back to the stop.

House doors open –

To the day before. 

The sun hangs.

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Unmoving. 

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And won’t set.

Till someone moves

And seizes the moment.

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So I step

Out the door

Into a world

Delayed.

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To the sound of ticktocks.

The slow, but sure

Movement of

A bus.

The sun slowly

Climbing. 

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Everything moves.

But we have to first. 

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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.

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