Today Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Is this the fateful day, it may be arriving now?

Precisely and exactly on time... this time

This mixed in with many ordinary days

Not to betray itself nor to cause alarm

When we awoke, nothing bespoke

Of the events that might be for today

This terrible day, that we could not pass

We all walk about as usual like before

No whisper nor sound reaches us

No peep, no hint of impending doom

Seeing or hearing will not be as before

Inside or outside, feeling or touching

Before we remember, indelibly etched

In our being of self, we once were

I was here or there, did this or that

I felt, Oh anything at all, just to be