Childhood’s Retreat

It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree

out of blue sky    the wind

sings loudest surrounding me.


And solitude,   a wild solitude

’s reveald,   fearfully,   high     I’d climb

into the shaking uncertainties,


part out of longing,   part     daring my self,

part to see that

widening of the world,   part


to find my own, my secret

hiding sense and place, where from afar

all voices and scenes come back


—the barking of a dog,   autumnal burnings,

far calls,   close calls—   the boy I was

calls out to me

here the man where I am   “Look!


I’ve been where you


most fear to be.”

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