Trees

Trees

 

Towers hold bells that shield clappers.

Trees mock towers.

                                    As a boy I climbed

     trees. 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 can’t be sure

     he enjoyed it much less lacked fear.

Our dominance doesn’t ensure joy

in those we control nor can we expect

their trepidation to cool cause we

     love them: unübererredete.

 

What we scale sometimes becomes our

     métier, our zeal to conquer heaven.

[sonnet]