Ottawa's Festival of Ideas Since 1997

Stuck

Tree...
Beckoning me
Into its sturdy arms
Its leaves
Red, yellow, orange
Pops of color against
The gray day
The knots on the trunk
Placed perfectly for me
To climb
Except the tree
Won’t let go
It yearns for me to stay
The gusts of wind
Make my teeth chatter
The colourful welcoming leaves

Now make me feel
as if the tree was on
Fire
The once sturdy branches
Now suffocate me
I cannot breathe
The world
Upside Down
Spinning
Falling
Back on the
Ground
Out of the tree’s grasp
With the wind chasing me

Inside