Letting Go

 

The clouds were of a mixed gray

Moving and reforming

Ever so slow

 

Blood – dried blood

He licked at with his tongue

 

The brown and dead leaves of autumn

Wet brown leaves

Held the back of his head

 

His eyes moved

To the swaying bare trees

 

Swaying in unison

And at one with the clouds

 

He felt odd

And did not fit

In this perfect puzzle

 

His head moved

Up off the leaves

And he knew pain

A dull throbbing pain

 

He lifted his hand

Held it in front of his eyes

Such a good and loyal friend

 

His head dropped

Back to the wet leaves

His hand found the center of his belly

And rested

 

He could hear the distant roar of the river

A leaf released its hold on a thin high branch

Atop a tall swaying tree

And dropped

Swirling and circling

Ever so slow

 

The roar of the river moved closer

As the clouds turned and gazed

 

His tongue again moved

Over a broken upper lip

His hand lifted

And dropped

On the center of his belly

 

The roar of the river

Moved into his head

Pushing away the pain

 

The clouds lowered

Brushing the leaves from his hair

 

His eyes moved to the trees

They locked hands and swayed

 

He heard a distinct pop

As his piece of the puzzle snapped into place

 

He gently released his hold

On a thin high branch

And dropped

Swirling and circling

Into the river