Today's inspiration comes from a conversation in which a coworker was lamenting how she could no longer climb trees at her age. It seems she quite enjoyed them growing up, and misses just climbing and sitting in a tree. I know that feeling. There have been several renditions of "The fort" in my lifetime. I remember my father built a platform in one tree - my siblings and I entertained visions of it being a full tree house, but those plans were never realized. It remained just a platform. There were other trees, of course, but there was one in particular that served as many things over many years for me. Today's offering is about that tree.
Everything You Were
in the spring,
you were the spire of a wizard's keep,
tall and foreboding and i didn't dare
approach but for the days when weather was calmer.
that changed in summer,
and you were the lookout tower of my fort
when my cousin came,
and we often were found in your branches.
sometimes, you were the enemy fortress,
and we were secret agents, averting your gaze,
but you saw us anyway,
and then became the guard tower of our prison.
you were a hideaway,
an escape place,
where i could go and spend an afternoon and never once be disturbed.
it was a place to think, to dream,
to be someone else for a little while,
and it was all mine.
you were always, "home."
Thanks for reading,
Me.
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