Urgency Poem by Kezziah Hopkins

oh, urgency, that dreadful boulder
looming towards your head...
urgency, the drive to think more
quickly-march in time, perform
each motion as a mechanized device,
without the time to reconsider...
urgency! but how should you presume
to take your time, your future,
all your breathing days, and pack,
compress them to three hours a week?
oh, urgency compels you, but
the truce has not yet come: this too
exhausting battle still goes on...
urgency! but you can't tell the victor
from the fray, can't moralize
a dreadful enemy and slay him in
a single stroke of fate, can't
even tell quite where to set your foot.
(maybe it's not for you to know?)
yet urgency, that pulse, still drives
you on, towards what? a looming
thought, unknown, unknowable, unreached,
unreachable, and on you struggle,
not quite knowing what you're fighting for.
urgency-or does he know? and if on
him your eyes are set, can you
presume to mar beyond repair the good
he'll do in you? urgency...
yet, is he bound by time?