Black Walnut Tree

I feel the rough bark of the black walnut tree dig into my palms,
leaving red dents that turn white, then fade.
I quickly scale the tree.
 
As I climb, my mind is zeroed in on one goal;
reaching the 5th highest branch,
one more than last time, one less than frightening.
 
I dare to reach one higher. Suddenly, panicking, the branch
looks higher than before! Next time, I tell myself.
Stopping to catch my breath,
I think of a comforting story.
 
It is so worn into my mind, I can see the smallest details,
as if it's a movie. So caught up in it,
I barely hear my mom call.
Her words end it all,
but I'll be back tomorrow,
with a new goal.

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.