The Fall

 

I watched him fall,

as if he was fine with touching the snow

in a childish way,

time still and smile on his face.

 

I watched him fight,

as he realized the mountain beneath

frantic body, panicked eyes,

trees bellow.

 

I watched him surrender,

as he reached that final state

of the future to come

with resigned limbs and shut face.

 

I watched him crash,

all bundled and tight,

sunny day above and pain to come

hitting the trees, it started to snow.