I was watching his back muscles move
Trying to figure out how he was a river and a boy
In the same space
Carving canyons, scars, rainpaths
And other crying shapes
We climbed up to the tallest cliff together
It took many days and many nights
Until we reached the peak
It was the farthest we could go together
I curled my toes over the edge and felt the impossible gravity
The beautiful view
While he ran, flew, over the edge – sparkling.
I could not follow him.