Climb (1997)

Climb
 
Dangling tresses from a sturdy old tree.
      Grayish green moss leaning down almost touching the ground.
            Fingers reaching out to caress my face,
                        I’m eager for their touch,
 
Teasing, beckoning me to climb high into the branches.
      To climb high where you make your home,
            Amid the safety and security of what you know and believe.
                        I’m eager to try, eager to please, willing to rise up for you.
 
                        But the trunk is so large,
                        What is sturdy for you is impossible for me,
                        Impossible to grasp, impossible to climb.
 
                        Slipping down the trunk,       
            Falling in a heap at the base,
Frustrated, wanting, I look up at your fingers still motioning to me
 
                                    climb,
                                                Climb.
                                                            CLIMB!