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...
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