The Boy Who Climbed Trees

He climbed trees not for the thrill
of the effort it took, but for the vantage point
it offered.

Come here and look — 
A whisper of wind licked the skin on
his arms and traveled the nape of his neck
as he sat in a notch near the top of the tree
where he could see
past the confines of his small yard,
past his small town,
to the mountains that encircled them.

Beyond that was a world he tried to imagine,
and time on the wings of birds flying past
promising          promising          promising
plenty more trees out there,
waiting for him to climb.

 

~~ For Tom, Tommy, Tomas
Begun on May 6, 2018 to mark twenty years. Still a work in progress.

 

3 thoughts on “The Boy Who Climbed Trees

  1. Mary, your story,”The boy who climbed trees,” is heart breakingly beautiful. And a joyful memory of just one of Tom’s many fun loving adventures spirit. Just now, I’m remembering one Easter Sunday morning getting every one dressed for church, he comes out of the bathroom with his hair cut off in chunks, announcing that he’s going to be a barber when he grows up.

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