poem for a climbing tree

When

I was young

I considered

every tree

a potential trunk

to climb upon

I have

grown older

but I still admire

as I pass by

your limbs

proportion and form

Imagine

climbing

up inside

better

than any boy

before me

You smile

as I pass by

whisper to the wind

if I were not so old

you might

let me try

3-7-21