he jumped into the water naked,
the only man-made sound,
and didn’t come out for hours. he was pickled
like a radish, he was easy.
he was thinking about his unhappiness;
he was thinking about the woman he missed.
he made a sound like sighing, but not like a very
sad sigh. he was thinking of his debts.
he was thinking of his father. he had a chocolate bar
half melted in his pocket.
he climbed across a tree trunk
with a million insects crawling. he touched the sap,
he scratched his leg. he ran his hands through his hair.
he heard a rustle and looked around, and tensed his mouth,
and walked ahead. and here I am, a leap away,
the ground turning cooler, the moon already up,
all the leaves turning white.