Prey

I am running and reaching, my fingers outstretched To grasp at her thundering form Which ducks and weaves between whispering trees Moving like a warm summer storm She is a river, carving her path through the rock Her steps were firm and secure So sure, and unceasing, the cold breeze increasing The chase I couldn’t endure She was the tide of the wide, deep ocean Which comes each day just the same Pulling and pushing the sand as it plays With a power, no one can tame She is the time that I tried to grasp What I wanted to stop for a day But she was a faster, hounding form And now I’m trapped as her prey