she bears a treehouse

'pine trees' ~kate lamberg (c) '14

"In one drop of water contains the secrets of an entire ocean" Gibran

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 rise 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
to trickster alarms
and monkey smile shines

as a single
ray of illumination--
leads us 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 skeletal holding patterns

but now we are 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