Sonnet: A River Runs Through It

Source: Wet Fly Swing

Swimming towards the sea through this river,

I crave the touch of pebbles last winter

Like I recall the taste of their water,

I look back at theirs that only falter

Reaching with small, stiff fins in this current

I dare to outrun with my fuel burnt

Salt flows into the wounds that were hidden

The path has been ruthless and guilt-ridden

I look up to catch my breath to see it

Different blue bears a different bit

Those who float without hurry to outdo

Those who rain the burden when they need to

I cast a hasty glance of my old sin

Nostalgic of nothing, I now give in