I know 'The Perch' so well;
That rooftop of trees where image and relevance
become distorted but euphoria compensates.
Discovered as a young girl,
never letting the dearth of branches stop my climb,
I refused to be intimidated by the potential fall to earth.
Just as now…..
Just kept climbing those branches, escaping green security.
I felt them inside my skin as kin
And my feet were guided as my arms were strengthened.
Urged upward by intuition
I thirsted for higher perspective.
Just as now….
And the leaves were safe, supporting…
The emergence on the rooftop of creation
exquisite thrill as I viewed the world anew.
I saw all the way to the Culbin Sands….
And my house became a toy and distant in more ways than height.
And reality decided by the angle of vision
Rarefied vista shared with birds and thundering heart;
Alive in body born to travel more on the inner planes
than the outer ..
(and all this my school!)
Those forays into madness of risk taking
and trust in nature, allowed the renegade soul in me
to be opened to communion.
Just as now...
And at some point in it all
I looked south
and swear I saw you there
In your tree
Doing just the same.