I learned confidence the way I learned
to climb a tree, trusting
the branches that bowed beneath
my toes. Hand in hand, I relied
on the hold of parted bark, embracing
the trunk with my thighs
until the tree and I were one,
breathing in each other. Breathing
into vertigo from the highest limb,
I looked down on fresh stumps—man’s
making, and the branches, now twigs,
that easily break their promises.

Published in Running Out of Ink, 2012

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.