Shawnigan Lake School Poet

Two of this student’s poems have been accepted for publication in a Cowichan Valley collection. She wrote them as part of her Writing 12 course work last year. She performed the poems in Chapel on Saturday. Here is one of her poems:

Tomorrow
Tomorrow called me the other night to vent.
He wasn’t happy with me,
said I’ve been riding too long,
roughin’ it too long,
said he don’t wanna be
my tomorrow anymore,
said my tomorrow’s mad.
Said I don’t deserve him,
said he hated my long nights,
double lives, my two faced talks,
said he don’t wanna be,
my tomorrow anymore.
So I hung up on tomorrow. Just like that.
Smack, insult on injury, smack.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see tomorrow.
It was only that I needn’t
fear him,
be consumed by him,
know him,
be assured by him,
because he is tomorrow,
and I am today,
and he is untouchable,
and I am like clay.