We Are The Ones Passing Poem by Oluwagbemisola O. Lawal

The sun doesn't age,
a golden sentinel,
blazing eternal watch
over the turning world.

The moon is ageless,
silver ghost in velvet night,
waxing, waning in rhythm
yet never truly spent.

We are the ones passing
fleeting sparks of breath and bone,
rivers of cells rushing seaward,
leaves curling gold then gone.

Yet we point at the clock,
accuse the hours of flight,
as if the cosmos hurried
while we stood perfectly still.

In truth, we are the travelers,
brief guests on a patient stage,
chasing shadows of yesterday
while tomorrow waits, unmoved.

The sun doesn't age.
The moon is ageless.
Time does not go
we do.