Climbing Tree
I wish I had a climbing tree
festooned with green and light
Just like the one I hid in,
I wish I had that tree
Where I became invisible
when anyone was close
or near enough to reach, to touch…
But hush…
I’d look into a blackbird's eye
mingled in each argument of starlings
Let the leaves stroke me
let the wind shuffle my hair...
I wish for the shush, of a hiding tree
"He's not here" they'd shrug - and I smirk
Wish I could grip unyielding bark
and heave my ache away,
I’m yearning for my solid seat
Where lost world winds will say
"there there”…
and I've never been so here and now
as I was there and then
I wish I had a sky frame
a ladder peeped with stars
Where I could fly such better dreams
no words, no games or names
No calling me;
no finding me.
just ...
The tree - the only breast where I
could cleave my tortured heart
thereafter when, back down again,
I could yet hide
within myself