If trees had knees, would we climb more
or less of them? If trees had legs,
but rooted deep - would we
be more or less nervous
to work our hands along and in,
and stick our toes in clefts
and push and grab our way
up shins and thighs, drawn up
towards hips - would we
breath sighs and blush relief
to find our arms around the waist?
Now jerking, scrambling up to arms
and shoulders, perched in safe embrace?
Or would it seem too much
like imposition to presume
such place?
Or would it only motivate us
onward, upward, finding face?
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Tuesday, July 27, 2021
shy climber
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