In the River

Now I sit upon the limb,
a branch holding my weight and pressure.
These feet keep moving back and forth,
never stopping the adolescent measure.
Skipping stones and looking ahead
I spied a bobbing throbbing presence in the river.
molding smells of moisture and leaves
envelope the curiosity in the shiver.
Dropping down the broken gold across grooves,
I slipped into the patter of my shoes against water.
cold soaked reaches cover most of my breeches
as I lifted myself off the pebbles and stones that wander.
Stepping across a pebbled path over broken branches,
I kept the pace my curiosity could imagine.
Closer and closer to the wonder in the eyes
from many times searching treasures in gutters and ranches.
Ahead of my sight lied the bobbing throbbing mass,
accumulated and caught between prying twigs and rotten leaves.
I approached with security and safety for my being
and scented a wet clog of decay and dismay flowing past.
The cover was black and plastic like layered protection
from an atmosphere of change and display looking to show.
I slowly lifted my hand further along its cover so wet and sleek
my hand nearly couldn't grasp the thing that was a collection.
Lifting open the two red plastic strings, I stared at the find.
Here in this ecosystem of green growth and thriving life,
behind the presenting colors of broken golden rays and swaying greens,
was the horror in life, the ever approaching choke of deathly blinds.
There was a body.
There was nobody
around to see or hear,
my innocent cries in fear.
The eyes so blue and so glazed,
faded pupils that haunt the trees,
was bulging and decaying right back at me.
The mulched fingers was bitten and fed
the fish that trailed along the river's breasts.
It lingered there motionless and silently screaming
for a person to find and tell the unending dreaming.
I tried to speak and I tried to move
but all I could do was sit and choose.
What can I do and are they somebody?
There was a body, and there was nobody.
Then with a ferocious grip and tightening squeeze,
the body reached out and caught ahold of me.
The pressure in my arm started to bleed
as the nails pressed deep behind the leaves.
Another hand reached out for my throat
and left me uttering a reproachful choke.
In the river it pulled me closer,
without anyone to relate the sight,
I was drawn beneath bubbling lights close to auroras.
It spoke a gurgling and hurting blow,
"Here I lie for no one to know.
Here I am and yet I'm not.
If anything shall happen here,
it'll be you that joined me this year."
In the river two bodies floated,
as a young boy sat on a limb.
His feet moved back and forth beneath the branches,
and spied a black mass duely noted.