TIME

Springing forth creation's bow.

Fleet its fletches like the orient beacon

As yet unseen in transient flow,

A moment's breathe in cosmic lore

Bears as with wings the eternal flame.

Still in constant reckoning, we humans

Our wits confounded beyond the pale

Each loaded capsules a hapless ploy

Consigned to tame the current's flow

Alas the mystery defies the quest

Yet time, the genial teacher 

Father of the genie's egg;

Bestows the suckling with saintly grace

And the aged, wiles of the nesting owl

By his accord, but not our acclaim

And so the beat goes on and on and on.....

We scribble history in serial frames

And  thread these through celestial looms

Our daily strivings as yet banal-

In comparison to the hands of time.

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi