Trees

Trees

 

Trees mock towers, so I climbed trees as

A boy. I even drew my dog up to

My treehouse. He sat in a bucket

I’d connected to a rope. He was

 

Docile, fearless, yet I didn’t do this

More than once because I couldn’t be sure

He enjoyed it much less lacked fear—

Dominance doesn’t ensure joy

 

In those we control nor can we expect

Their trepidation to cool since we

Love them:— unübererredete.

 

What we scale sometimes becomes our

Métier, our zeal to conquer heaven:

Some towers contain bells,— shield archers.