Kids love to climb
Is that perchance?
Before the fear of heights
etches into our adult psyche,
the chloroform of conformity
stifles our adventurer’s wonder,
and wide-eyed curiosity.
Bold exploits with newfound friends,
as-yet-unplumbed dexterity and reach,
(can this body really do anything I ask?)
Survey realms atop a rope fortress,
Clamber and scale sea-foamed castle walls,
Win the fruits aloft a slippery mango’s boughs,
Skinning knees and elbows,
And later, their hearts and souls.
Adolescent ventures push and set the bounds of adult life:
With what hope can we face the adult world
if, as a child, we feared to climb a tree?