Monday Poem: Olaf

Olaf came to the edge of the water
he knelt he drank the trees leaned in
closer the minnows darted away
from Olaf’s hands and the ripples spreading

Olaf washed his wounds brittle with rust
midges joined him at the edge of the water
he stretched he sighed the trees leaned back
in the wind he tore strips of his clothes for bandages

Olaf reviewed his equipment
his map was torn
he had lost a buckle
his hunting blade was loose in its handle

night came on at the edge of the water
Olaf lay down at the foot of the trees
he shut his eyes minnows darted behind the lids
dreams came humming across the water