Up A Tree
I've sat up a tree for days and no-one noticed.
Neither the few who wandered underneath,
Nor the even fewer who should have cared.
Enough to realise I was missing!
And no-one came searching.
Time has no meaning, when the bark is pressing
Into the base of your spine.
And trees don't have cushions!
After the first hours, you only know you are there
Because you can't feel your feet.
Only for the first day
Do you experiment with positions.
And soon, the fitful plucking of close leaves
That catch your attention,
Leaves around you a womb.
And no-one said, "Have you seen her?"
Though they'll ask if you did, pretty soon.
They like their gossip.
And no-one said, "Do you think we hurt her?"
They never do.
I came down, because they weren't worth the dying.
Late at night, on the other side.
I climbed the fence, and kept on walking;
They might still think me there,
But I no longer stay miles behind.