With knees pulled tight to my chest, I watched the seething river unseeing.
A leaf bobbed past, exhausted from its journey over frothing rocks and settled uncomfortably on a sunken, outstretched branch of a bramble. Though it clutched and tore deep into its backbone, the leaf serenely lilted away, its tip flicking me a reassuring farewell; gliding unconsciously past the trauma and towards new adventures.
I uncurled and stood, ready to re enter the world.
This was written in response to Write Anything's Form and Genre Challenge , #19 Prose Poetry.