Renewing Rapids

6/9/23 I walk to clear my troubled mind, To drown the sound of ticking clocks That beat with worry in my ear. A running river won't rewind, And time bestows a gift that mocks, We can't relive the past we wear. But in the current’s rage, I find, As rushing waves wash over rocks Who stand their ground as they're stripped clear. I'll send what can't be left behind, When cleansing water strips and knocks Into the river, all my fear. And with their run, I'll soon be free For both shall die when met by sea. Trilonnet Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph May Image #2