Climbing Trees: A Poem
By Joe Suzz

Mom seeking quiet

Hurried me outside:

Forgetting my shoes by the front closet,

Leaving my socks on the back porch

Through the screen door, then,

Running to the canopying maples

Just past the clustered pines,

Mom had things to do, but she gravitated towards

The double paned glass.

Star burning energy, glimpses of sensation:

Climbing high enough to see Robin’s nest,

It’s fluttering wings, perched on the twisted twigs,

Feeding its young.

I perched myself a time or two. Watching my dog, Nicky, chasing squirrels

Along the fence. Sometimes, seeing my mom through the branches.

In the crossing of brief moments,

Childhood eclipsed.

3 thoughts on “Climbing Tree

  1. Childhood eclipsed – check out where we are with our eldest children. Drinking it all in! I especially appreciate your focus on tree climbing – that’s my big girl 100%.

  2. Poetry is beyond my touch but I really love how you use it to accompany your bright painting.

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