Endless Tree
Endless Tree
It seemed to be an oak with tan and dark bark
The climb aloft began by moonlight with certain ease
So many branches, almost like steps, falling in the dark
Footfalls from me to up above
A red round sun met up with me at day break
I refused to stop my journey skyward
For hours I ascended to the heavens
By daylight it was obvious to see, this was not an oak
Soft leather boots pulled me up and through
Thick leaves and appendages like arms, bending at the end
Held on to me as I held on to them
And we became each other’s friend
Perhaps half way up by now, I guessed
I had to rest as legs and strength gave out
No doubt the tree might feel the same
If only it knew how
It grew in front of me as I looked down
Bad weather changes came
After three days climbing upon more climbing
Foreign tree, rooted in the ground, elevated by wind and rain
I continued skyward having nothing better to do
About a half mile further up and on
I perceived a protrusion or perhaps a hole
A lack of sleep had drained me to the core
I took my time and it took me but slower
Beef jerky and a flask of juice were all I had
My soul was also nourished in the loft
As green yellow birds built their homes
Insects ran about up there waiting to be eaten
And the wholeness of the tree kept company
Kept us all alert up there
No doubt by now, the tree was in its element
I finally made my way to the giant hole or room
Looking above, the timber went on for miles in the sky
The tree had held a reservation for me to sleep
So I did as it requested as its guest
Crawled right in and settled down
To take a little slumber in the lumber
Before proceeding
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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