Do you fear such heights?

Body weight cumbers flimsy vine,

Lodged at porch-sight, your canopy highrise—

agile feet shutter tree branch skirts,

invite the morning to lick its leaves,

amber glistening forest satin

as you leap, pray the next leaf

a sturdy dwelling.

 

Do you doubt your footing?

Dash across tightrope

aged by yesterday’s rainfall,

splintering, still

you forward thrust, a mindless certainty.

Trust in fate and veteran instinct.

 

Vertical leaps, your playful ascend.

Your acorn cove three branches high

and I wonder:

as you survey my inhabited ground,

do you envy my planted feet,

gaze up, questioning?