Poem: “the running river”

the river never broke a sweat.
it went for miles around us,
running in place
in search of a silent moon.
the darkness was her perfect partner,
leading them all
to the finish line,
where the morning
threw its hands up
as the winner of the race.
we stood on the sidelines,
rooting for time to suspend us,
staring down the clock
and knowing this was
not the end,
but the beginning of our journey
toward forever.