He couldn't, yes he could, have stopped looking so so furiously for the one thing he desperately wanted to not lose. No one ever found out what it was. But he had it right there in his bigger fist, and didn't know it. That fateful day, standing there at the edge of a massive, God-forsaken canyon, he threw his hands in the air, up up as far as he could, as high as anyone could remember, or reach, and soon saw the awful thing that he, and he alone, had done with his fabled fist. For the thing he'd been looking for slipped from his hand and began to fall into a depth beyond measure; depth of all depths, is what anyone could think of. Bottomless canyon, as deep and as unforgiving as a black hole in a far-flung galaxy. And it fell and fell and he couldn't let (it) go. He couldn't let it go there. And so he dived after it, and wouldn't let go of his one desire.
There was a massive upward draft just then which wouldn't let him go either. And so it fell and fell, as he, with no wings to fly, first hovered, over the lip of that horrid nothingness, kite-like. Like a seagull. Hovered for what seemed like forever to everyone there that day, but him. And then fell. Fell and fell. Fell, it was stunning to see, backwards. Backwards!
His feet dangling the wrong way. Which was upward. Up and upper, his feet led, leading the way as well for all the eyes that were there on that day of reckoning. And his weaved hair, long and lustrous, dangled every which sort of way, too. And he fell and fell, upward; past everyone, past every tree-top, away from the ring of mountains that was all over that place. Away from the earth, past the moon even, and past yonder. It was a wonder.
And then he was gone, as all events go. Slipped dramatically away. From the grip of wary, day-to-day remembrance. Gone!
On a clear night you can see him still. See what became of him, and what he became, after all those years someone will still have to count for all the rest. Streaking in a dark, thunderless sky, past one twinkling star after another -- headed some place no one and not even he, perhaps, ever figured out -- wanting only, and so very much, to get the thing back in his hand. So that he could go and show it to mama. Lost there to everyone.
