A poem

I know time changes, carving rock, altering streams,

My rock is smoothed in rivers, worn down,

In swift currents moving, tumbling to the ocean where pebbles rest easy in deep dark silent ocean waters.

Farewells to our loved ones final or temporary rend times curtain,

The heart has its own calculations adding or subtracting loss or gain beyond the rational.

I know time flows insistent and consistent, I would have it stop for a moment,

To breathe without the ticking clock on lifes stern mantle piece.

Chris