He found his favorite spot,
A secluded wilderness where he could be alone and fish.
He was so angry he screamed at the fish and the birds and the sun.
He screamed to the higher power that let him down.
The rage engulfed him,
The pain of the past year stuck to his body,
So he shed his clothes
And jumped into the ice cold water.
Not because the water was cold,
But because he finally felt something other than grief.
The mountains mimicked his cries,
Then silently awaited more.
He emerged from the water,
And wiped it all off,
The sun spread warmth upon him,
And the trees stirred up laughter.
They must have known he finally caught his breath.