Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Green, Green is my Sister's House

Don't you dare climb that tree
or even try, they said, or you will be
sent way to the hospital of the
very foolish, if not the other one.
And I suppose, considering my age,
it was fair advice.

But the tree is a sister to me, she
lives alone in a green cottage
high in the air and I know what
would happen, she'd clap her green hands,
she'd shake her green hair, she'd
welcome me.  Truly.

I try to be good but sometimes
a person just has to break out and
act like the wild and springy thing
one used to be.  It's impossible not
to remember wild and not want to go back.  So

if someday you can't find me you might
look into that tree or---of course
it's possible---under it.
                                        ---Mary Oliver

Ah.  There is truth to me----"to remember wild and not want to go back."  


diane b said...

Go on swing on the branch, out over the river, dare you.

Judy Wise said...

This makes me want to see pictures of you as a child for some reason. She is still us. I love that. xo