The Tree House


High and scary

was my secret aerie

nestled in the gnarly branches

of the giant

Chinese elm


A haven

A hideout

A haunt

where my thoughts and dreams

could incubate


in private


Dreams of flying skyward


Dreams of high school girls

in tight skirts


Visions of daring deeds

and being grown-complete


Go back there with me

We will wrap the world around us

and make a place where completeness

is in each other’s arms