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
Copyright © Kathleen Zimmerman | Year Posted 2022
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