I climb my tree with book in hand,
and feel the rough bark scratch me.
Barefoot toe-holds lift me up into the leafy bower
heaven's gateway of poking twigs
and twisting branch of roughened bark
and fragrant bough.
Ants walk here towards the sky
as I twist and turn
finding a nest of branches to embrace me,
my barefoot toes wiggling in ecstatic delight.
Sunlight dances through cathedral leaf patterns above
birds sing nearby.
I can feel myself steady and embraced in love
yet swaying gently...
in these scratchy arms.
I feel so much love here,
I rest my head and fall asleep...
wakening much later to gaze
into a blue jay's intense eyes.
We are brothers,
he and I.
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