Thursday, March 29, 2012

Where I Fly

Up, up, up
bare feet
knobby knees
sweaty palms

Hugging the trunk
with my body
like a monkey
clinging to momma's waist.

Each groove and curve familiar
shaped by my growing hands and feet.

Friends on my heels,
I clamber on
Eager to be the first to climb,
to reach the highest branch
where tranquil breezes await
cooling the skin
from the heat
of the Caribbean sun.

Brushing leafy limbs
left and right
as I scramble higher and higher
until I find the place
where the seat
holds my small frame
with perfection.

Reaching for the soft petals
of the native flamboyant
holding their brilliant fragility
with tender affection,

Breathing deeply
sunshine on my face
wind in my hair,
I close my eyes
holding on tightly
afraid that I could fall
but feeling more
like I could fly.

And for a moment
I really do.

about a place I felt safe growing up

You're Already Amazing


Andie said... Best Blogger Tips

I haven't seen one of those tree is ages!  What a beautiful memory!

lindseyfoj said... Best Blogger Tips

Really? Where did you see one before? 

And....Thank you!

mamakatslosinit said... Best Blogger Tips

Beautiful! You really capture what it's like to be a child looking for their place in the world!

lindseyfoj said... Best Blogger Tips

Thank you! That means a lot coming from you! I appreciate you stopping by!! Yay!

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