Tree Climbing

By John I. Blair

Sometimes the need to go on back
Can draw me up a fissured trunk
And in among the swaying limbs
Until at last I find myself
Where leaves and breeze enfold my soul.
I nestle deep into these arms
And let them hold my body tight.
No longer part of groundly things,
I climb into the rest of life
And give myself to another place,
Sailing my ship of tree delight.

©2001 John I. Blair