Therapy

A boy enters a mountain meadow

Where he comes from

With a beating heart drum

No one would know

The life he must outgrow

Moving along to a quiet hum

Flowers wave sadly

At his radiant gloom

Insects scattering to make room

For his feet stomping in their valley

Birds hushing their rally

Scared of possible doom

He makes his home in the middle

Laying flat, Breath squeaking

Curious creatures peaking

The clouds drop their first spittle

Wind howling an unsolvable riddle

His purpose is self-seeking

They watch

They wait

As he changes state

Unsure of this splotch

Time ticking along to his wristwatch

Unaware their ancient cognate

Through the rain thickening

He stays

Far off fires blaze

When sky begins darkening

A mother harkening

He remains

When someone bothers looking

They cannot find

Their own kind

If they changed their footing

Pulled up the rooting

But that doesn’t come to mind

Over time

Roots and vine

Grow over and under his spine

In persistent sublime

With reason, with rhyme

They touch and intertwine

It isn’t until

A girl and her lover

Wander off trail and hover

Seeking a thrill

But stumbling downhill

His skull, they discover