Heaven's Boughs

Heaven's Boughs
by Cynthia Sue Larson
August 8, 2000

I climb my tree with book in hand,
and feel the rough bark scratch me.

Barefoot toe-holds lift me up into the leafy bower
heaven's gateway of poking twigs
and twisting branch of roughened bark
and fragrant bough.

Ants walk here towards the sky
as I twist and turn
finding a nest of branches to embrace me,
my barefoot toes wiggling in ecstatic delight.

Sunlight dances through cathedral leaf patterns above me...
birds sing nearby.

I can feel myself steady and embraced in love
yet swaying gently...
slowly...
in these scratchy arms.

I feel so much love here,
I rest my head and fall asleep...
wakening much later to gaze
into a blue jay's intense eyes.

We are brothers,
he and I.

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