We spend our lives yearning for love, regardless of the risks, don't we?
Tree
He climbed to the top of the tree
His hands gripping the bark
with the strength of a wild animal
Clawing his way
to his goal.
He stopped to look down
and was afraid.
The forest floor beneath him
seemed far away.
The sounds and smells
eluded him.
His senses blurred
in a symphony
of rarified air
and passing birds
singing of freedom
won
and lost.
The branches reached out
in many directions.
Each one was a path
to take
or to ignore.
How could he choose?
How could he decide?
How could he not?
He carefully moved towards the most beautiful cloud.
it seemed to have the most substance
and the branch,
while rough,
was sturdy and sinewy.
He moved ever closer
to the end of the branch.
He smelled the leaves
and touched the moist bark.
They caressed him
and drew him
to the heavenly cloud.
It beckoned him
with an outstretched hand.
Did he dare
to look behind
to see what passing stranger
might be behind him?
Did he dare
to wonder
whether the limb
would support his weight?
Did he dare
to love again?
