The River Time

We are none no more than stones
Tumbling along the river of time
Searching for some unknown
Longing for any sign.

The current tugs us at different speeds
And others rush past
Trying to fill the void, to meet their needs.
You Cling, wanting the moment to last.

You can swim against time,
Yet never get upstream.
You can look and not find,
But you can always dream.

By Anthony AJ Jackson
2-2-1998 11:45am Nashville, Tn