Deciding whether or not to trust a person
is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree
because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch
or you might simply get covered in sap
and for this reason many people choose
to spend their time alone and indoors
where it is harder to get a splinter.
~Lemony Snicket from The Penultimate Peril
Heaven knows how many trees I’ve climbed…
when my body was still in a climbing way.
How many afternoons, especially Windy ones,
I sat perched on a limb that rose and fell with every invisible blow
Each tree was a green ship in the wind-waves,
every branch a mast
every leafy height a happiness that came without even trying.
I was that alive
and limber
now I walk under them-cool… beloved….
the household of such tall, kind sisters.
~Mary Oliver “Trees”
Don’t you dare climb that tree
or even try, they said, or you will be
sent way to the hospital of the
very foolish, if not the other one.
And I suppose, considering my age,
it was fair advice.
But the tree is a sister to me, she
lives alone in a green cottage
high in the air and I know what
would happen, she’d clap her green hands,
she’d shake her green hair, she’d
welcome me. Truly.
I try to be good but sometimes
a person just has to break out and
act like the wild and springy thing
one used to be. It’s impossible not
to remember wild and not want to go back. So
if someday you can’t find me you might
look into that tree or—of course
it’s possible—under it.
~Mary Oliver, “Green, Green is My Sister’s House,” from A Thousand Mornings
As a child, I was always very cautious about climbing anything, never trusting my judgement or my balance. Perhaps this was because my mother was very fearful about all risk-taking in her children and instilled that caution in me from the start, discouraging me from ever reaching for the sky or dangling from a branch.
So when the neighbor children come with their families for an evening at our farm, I marvel and cringe at them being drawn as if by a magnet to climb the tall big leaf maple tree in our front yard. I imagine this tree has hosted several generations of children who have scrambled over its twisted trunk, sat in its central saddle to catch the view of the surrounding countryside, and reached its upper limits before being called back down by a nervous adult.
No doubt it is a feeling of incredible freedom to be limber enough to scrabble up a rough-barked branch, placing fingers and feet just-so into perfectly placed nooks and crevices.
No doubt being just out of reach of a fretful parent reinforces independence and autonomy.
No doubt there are leafy heights of happiness up there I’ll never know, way high above my head.
Yet here I stand in the cool shade and breezy evening, looking up, wishing I could be alive and limber like them, praying they will safely make their way down without a trip to the ER, while still honoring my mother’s cautioning pleas to keep my two feet well-grounded.
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