boy on the hillside

Bam!
and he ran and ran
up over the hill
into the side wall
where no one could see him
he crouched and ducked
and stayed there for a while
silent and owning the right
to take that space
the option to do nothing and be still
it overwhelmed him
the prospect of fortitude
the concern of growing bigger
the scrape on his knee from when he was three and it was just left to bleed and weep and bleed
still healing
how does this crouched down space help make that wound clear and disipate?
It rolls over
contorts
moves forward.
Then he stood
seeing green that was radiant
and smelled like moss.
he stepped
he was stiff
and cold
but sure to warm up once the blood began to flow.