So close and so far.
Standing there,
I breathe deep.
The smooth bark caresses my feet,
Beginning my upward climb.
Daring to reach for one more branch
One foot after another.
Leaves rustle together,
Birds sing their sweet songs
of yesterday.
The voice of nature is loud and clear.
One foot after another.
The rhythm of the branches drives me on.
Reality turns into a speck
Waiting for me at the ground.
Not caring where I’m going
or how I’m getting there.
One foot after another.
Stuck on the sap of what use to be,
Slipping on a branch whose time has passed,
Smelling the scent of tomorrow,
Moving on.
One foot after another.
— Graci Huber