L'appel Du Vide

When I was a child and living on mountains

I would climb foothills

The same hills that my brothers would push me down

on a sled

a little too fast

Too fast scared me

The one thing that didn't scare me

was when I would stand on top of the world

(because mountains were the world)

and look down at the fir green cones

Like looking at ants

And I would spread my arms like eagles

And I would hear the loudest silence that I would never hear again

I wanted to jump

hurl

into the green

because I knew it would be soft

And the branches would encase

and hug me

and I wouldn't feel so hollowed out

But my brothers pulled me back at the last second

and it took a long time for me to forgive them