a place to escape to

A place to escape to
My last climb
24 years ago.

Bark beetles and sap
A branch within reach
Boosts me to another world

A world that swayed in the breeze at its height
One that felt grounded near its roots,  at its strength and support.

I found my favorite branch somewhere in between
I still may know this tree’s growth patterns…

A peaceful, safe haven
where only I could determine when
I was ready to return.

As I waited for the conflict within to subside.
Anger, shouts, a chalkboard that flew.
Holding on tight
For what reason?

I held tight to that tree

And I still do.

~by Carolyn Bentley, 2010