Beyond Innocence

We plant faith climbing

a maple tree, one carefully

placed foot at a time. It’s

smudged in autumn colours

as we seek a world view

from the hilly side

of town. Where some big

shots live. Unknown to them

we’re climbing

their best parkland tree.

Sparrows bully finch,

chickadees seek attention.

They appear to be

debating their prowess

within updrafts. We

also see swimmers

and boathouses

from on high. We almost

reach the clouds. Touching

them with fantasy

we watch awestruck, lives

beginning their stretch.