Drifting

When we have a physical trauma, it is pretty common for our spirit to say, "See ya!" and quickly exit the body to not stick around for the pain.  I wrote this poem about just that:

Little brother is falling through the window...
floating in slow motion backwards...
smiling pleasantly...
blue eyes dreaming....

Father knocks me over,
crashes through the stairwell
to rescue brother from the porch roof
where he lies sleeping.

Mother drives us, wide-eyed,
to the healer.
Brother lies still
in his sling and scabs,
staring.

The healer makes a wind sound with her breath,
waves her long fingers like wands over him and
pulls his floating spirit back down into his body.

Brother laughs,
Swings his legs side to side.
Blue eyes sparkle.

Ariel