Preparation for departure,

Thick drop on oak leaves

from the biggest fattest raindrops

that fall and vibrate the branches, so tall above me,

walking below in the woods.

Emulating the drops falling out of my eyes, along my temple,

and down my cheeks,

around my ears and down my neck.

These days are silent and viscous.

They hold all of the memory that my heart wants to keep

but my mind wants to shed.

I ask, please, for a little peace.

What do I do?

Fade into another memory or dive in and allow both memories and

The Present cascade around me?

Rushing loud, the water fall.

Watching the cathedral of trees

with their red and green and yellow and orange and brown tapestries,

I breathe in to pray breathe out

and can feel your chest moving along with mine.

Rainwalk-