Liana

15

Time to Face Reality

a day without a deadline
a week without a worry
joyous, blithe, and free
books to absorb, time to spend
a full agenda with nothing to do
expanses of months to behold-
like a row of lawns, soaking or dry
The days stay golden
until the hours tick by slower,
play succumbs to boredom.
One minute I am uninhibited,
and in an hour I’ll be tetchy.
I remember to forget the work.
I dread the call, the ring, of cold.
A day with dead-tired students.
A week with a workload.
A year without the sun.
Ages without pure fun.