The Tomorrow Song

a poem by
ZEV TORRES | Editor + Poet



Usually, when I write, I’m usually trying to capture a moment, or something about a moment or within a moment that, while born in a particular instant, carries over and informs future moments. If things turn out well, that is, if the words at my disposal coalesce in such a way that the resulting “poem” resonates, then I have accomplished what I’ve set out to do, at least with that piece.


“The Tomorrow Song” goes a little further. This poem is about the push and pull of the immediate and future moments. It draws on my drive me to write – the competing or complementary senses of joy and urgency, the realization that what is most precious is often elusive, as well as the belief that in our darkest passages we can hone our faculties and find a vein of hope and revival.  

AS usual we don’t know what will happen next.
Tomorrow resides over a crest behind a wall
Under layers of a fabric that has no substance.
At night parts of the morrow peek out:
A stray ray of sunlight
The rumble of trucks loaded with produce
A thought delivered by dream that awakens us
Before we are rested and steeled.

Even before night tomorrow calls to us with its song:
So soon so soon.
We speed up slow down try to adjust
Figure out what to do how to cope.
We juggle stumble bumble
As if our tasks have been placed on a conveyer belt
Sliding by at an incomprehensible speed
Driven by the meaning of
The Tomorrow Song.

Frustrated confused desperate we attack.
And defend. With the word now.
Now is all that matters. Now is what counts.
The answer is now.
We dismiss the past discount the future
Insist that now and only now –
Where we are who we are with what we are doing now —
Living in the now
Revering the now
Will bring us peace.

So soon so soon. Despair.  
For we fear that The Tomorrow Song has
Parted the now
Corrupted the now
Burrowed into the now
Finding itself a home

A breeding ground.
Heartbroken we pause
Consider branches waving gently in the spring breeze
Seedlings floating arrhythmically soundlessly
Petals opening to their first sighting
Of sunlight and flourishing green.
So soon.

So soon this rapturous beauty will pass.
In time bitter winds and blizzards will drive us indoors
Where we will seek comfort in company
Share stories real and pretend
Redefine friends and acquaintances
Reimagine the synastry of our relationships
Never entirely silencing the strains
Of that melody

Again. We pause. And we tremble.
A spark so faintly aglow.
Comprehension. Delight. Relief.
So soon is the song of now
Not an intruder or scavenger
A pariah or fallen angel.

It is the song of motion
Of phases and shadows of the
Ellipse of rotation of the
Appearance and reappearance of the constellations
Of promise upon promise
Of covenants rainbows redemption and return
Of rain in times of drought
And of the thaw that softens the field.
It is the song of an embrace after dark and trying times
And the return of a voice we’ve been longing to hear.

Photograph by Allison Wopata