Of Waterfalls and Incense
I ran hastily through the woods that I took you to the last time I saw you here;
Looking for the secret place we tried to find but never did.
Once again it evaded me,
I followed the path further downstream.
From the brush flew a single butterfly
Whose presence seemed to echo
everything is going to be alright
I ran faster
towards the sound of rushing water
I headed methodically.
Large rocks formed a coven perch
this is where I will remember you
I thought.
I sat down and pulled out the incense I had brought with me
You told me while eating sushi
that the Japanese viewed it as rude
to leave your chopsticks stuck
within your food,
facing up
You said
“It symbolizes death,
In Japanese culture they
Burn incense for the dead”
you loved Japanese culture
Brown,
Blue
Yellow,
Red,
Black
purple
I snatched it out of the plastic housing,
Shielding it with my hand from the wind
I lit it
and propped it up on the rock next to me.
At first
the smoke rose directly into the sky
I laid down and pondered your presence
I want you here with me
With my eyes closed laying prone against the rock
The smell of incense filled my lungs
I look up,
Ashes fall from the stick
as the smoke
begins to trace the contours of the land
I think as if it’s you
exploring this place for yourself
do you like it?
Tears rush down my cheeks
Akin to the waterfall
That screams out your name
Your presence fills the vicinity
I adjust my leg
Having to lift it with my arm
The blood had been constricted
Sitting cross-legged for the past while
could you feel the life leave your limbs?
I notice the incense has burned quickly
There’s only about an inch left
I snatch it longingly.
The smoke is going faster now
Puddles form on my shorts
Tears falling faster.
The ember shows as the last bit of the incense is consumed
I’m shaking,
Cold.
The sun has left it’s highest hour.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
The ember stops
As the last bit of smoke trails off in the distance
And the ashes fall into the crevasse of the rock.
I’m left holding a purple stick,
No longer burning.
It’s flame had consumed it
Left trailing to the sky
I don’t feel you there anymore.
Your presence gone;
left with the smoke.
I kiss the stick
and place it into the placid waters
Above the waterfall
And trace it’s path as it disappears
Into a rush of white.