The Art of Letting Go

I close my eyes

you in a skiff facing seaward

me at water’s edge

holding the bow line

I let go  

eyes open

you bobbing in the slip

a seagull squawking overhead

Painting your face on a kite

I’m holding a taut string

conjuring a whirlwind

I let go

you twirling skyward

in crazy circles

smashing into the branches of a tree.

​serves you right for leaving