Restlessness

Restlessness Saw it yesterday, alone, sitting on a rock, not looking too happy. Motionless against its own reflection, glaring at itself. It threw a stone as if to chase away the aged creature looking back as if the ripples might ease the past. Saw it look ahead, slump wearily against the ancient oak, unsure, almost afraid, of its future. It stood slowly, regained its balance, moved methodically forward each step unsure for Time, though ever present, must keep moving as it grows old. 7/23/2016 submitted to – New or Old – poetry contest