a child of 9, i wrote from a 3

across the busy street

from my foster family at the time

 

the 3 was HIGH

i climbed it though i could not climb

i can't remember where i carried the notepad

wether crook or backpack but each branch ascended made me look down and wonder

why i was doing this

the cars that raced passed, the circuit trucks,

sent the branches trembling, gooseflesh for a fall

 

but nobody ever beeped         and i liked that

they knew the difference between authentic danger 

and a weird kid trying to find meaning

by the Ascension of a 3