I was always afraid to climb trees.
Not that I wasn't mystified
by the wisdom of branches.
Not that I didn't want to see the world
from the perch of a blackbird.
Not that it was impossible
or that I had no worthy tree.
It was that imminent fall
the broken arm
the bruised ego
that so reminded me
of why it’s scary to climb
anything at all.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
I was always afraid to climb trees.
Not that I wasn't mystified
by the wisdom of branches.
Not that I didn't want to see the world
from the perch of a blackbird.
Not that it was impossible
or that I had no worthy tree.
It was that imminent fall
the broken arm
the bruised ego
that so reminded me
of why it’s scary to climb
anything at all.