Page By Page We Plod On Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

To finish what we started, we must plod on.
This ticking when marking this pile
of essays has to go on.

In plodding we expect a surprise, this
good essay we can read to everybody.
It tells the story is beginning.

This plodding must go on for something
is brewing. Yesterday's yeast is working.
There will be shoots green.

The seasons are the real seasoning for
we see changes that come from the ashes
that we blew into with pouted mouths.
They tell us love is no silent deed.