Clamber

I liked to climb trees. 1

Not those dejected ones in the park across the street; tangled in the misery of the city.
Vastly alone and neglected. 2

No - I mean the maples on 23rd and 4th street. 3

The spoils of nature. 4


Prisoners in a bare skeleton of human existence. 5


Tortured in anguish without the mirth of indifferent wind and a teasing sun. 6

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So I climbed them. 8

I was small - they could carry me, there, far ascending above the eyes of the city.
I think the city is called Menesque - but I really didn't care. 9

The trees didn't. 10

The calm of their presence ignored everything else. 11

They were silently alone. 12

With me. 13

Like me. 14

I was like the trees, I suppose. 15

Not alone, but tortured in anguish without the indifferent familiarity of my world. 16

My home. 17

My somewhere special.18

But that was vague wishful thinking. 19

Home was a void of obscurity.
Home was somewhere far away from me. 20

And I was here; climbing a tree.

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  • tonialoise
    February 3

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    I want to say it's weird but it's not really. Weird in a way that you tell everything that needs to be told and yet it seems there's a lot more to be told. Like this is just a snippet of a much larger story. I like your style.