TREE'D

Hence.

My forced retreat,

from the howling pack unleashed...

this constant roiling turmoil snapping at my heels

and heart

running in circles.  "Hide hide hide"

Rough bark against my back, entrapped.

But, wait.  

When there's danger all around

where else to go, but up?

A quick escape,

thanking God right now for the builders 

and the things they left behind

(for money, or love);

My head, my feet dangle above 

the facts of the battle

for the Moment,

above all that hot air

down there.  

These faded planks, staunch beneath my weight 

offer a leave-ing of perspective.

That lower world now screened, 

smaller and off-ish,

from my green apex.

To see there, and not be there.

Less contagious,

less outrage-ous....