THE WHY OF IT ALL

a bit of sky
got caught up
in a tree's branches

it was very very
blue but
didn't seem

to mind
one little bit
being part of the tree

but at night
it made its escape
did a runner

into the wide black
night and all
it had to offer

I was only three
looking at the tree
and its leaves

made me promise
that I didn't see nothing
"Nothing...ok...nothing!"

it wasn't until I
was 67 or so
that I felt I had to

tell someone
and that someone was
you

but don't tell
anyone
will you