she bears a tree house
still she loved
to bark up the wrong tree
like bears who teach their cubs autonomy
she-bear will roar
her little ones up the tree
and turn her back and go swaying free
the learned path just as naturally
as wind comes blowing kisses
on the cubs left to stare out into space
rising to the occasion- they too will learn
how to forage for food, and how to swim
through newly found streams- to catch
fish in open mouths- how mama bear
would be so proud!
miraculous-how we all are wired
to adapt amidst the tricks:
fire alarms pranks,
and monkey grinning shines
as a single ray of illumination
will be lead to gather
a fuller rounder beam
as surely as the silver grey stream
becomes full of rainbow fish in late summer
just as soon as a handful of oak leaves
become browned--in a cooler less blue sky
the moment we realize the utter human
need to palm the pine bannister
up a steep stair case--to another
graceful landing--
hallways jutting into rooms
with views to make a compass sing
in a home created
by our own imagining
sleeping in--a tree house vision
with all the latent longing
we could fit
into some great rooms
with pillars of pine
to last the test of spacious time
no longer ivory tinged
with unnecessary skeletons
but now we are
just hedging
to complete everything
the blue hiroshige prints
(chimes our longing)
glare in the spring
the winter white-
(drums up our longing)
danced in a studied mime
~kate lamberg (c) '14
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