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prehistoric knuckles
once dragged the ground
and you wonder what it was like to walk upright for the very first time
the change in perspective
that would find limbs moving
from branches
to the confines of hand built walls
vertigo replacing contentment
as we long once again
for the giddying heights
of the trees that call us home
thank goodness for the call of trees.
ReplyDeletethank goodness is right. :)
DeleteI want to go into the trees.. what a wonderful ínsight.. But I hate my vertigo and lack of opposable toes...
ReplyDeleteyes those opposable digits come in handy :)
Deletesmiles...living in the trees would be alright for me...its a cool thing to be able to see other perspectives...to achieve another perspective all the more.....
ReplyDeleteI'd love to have a tree house . . . combining the best of both worlds.
DeleteThis is a very cool wondering, makes me think and I so love how the trees call us home. Beautifully done, Kathryn!
ReplyDeleteI love the ending line, trees calling us home ~ do we ever forget ~
ReplyDeleteThanks Grace. . . got to love our trees.
DeleteWhat a wonderful art, inspired you for such thoughtful poem.... ~ "walk upright for the first time" - this line builds such imagery in my mind's eye...so all followed words flow at the background of these walking individuals ..lol ; next "the change in perspective" ...and till trees calling home....vertigo - another meaningful word for we often have this condition in figurative meaning when once succeed loosing the balance between reality and fiction....~ refreshing poem :)
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