Trees

TREE CLIMBING

23rd.august.2015

When I was a boy

with thick dark hair

I loved climbing trees

native to El Salvador

my tropical home,

up the Chicle and the Maquilishuat

my brother and I went,

dreams of adventure

warmth, sun, hills surrounding us

childhoods etched on bark,

animals never told us secrets

birds gave wisdom we never understood

playing and laughing

above the clouds we thought

above our world

up those trees our hands touched a different life

pulsating into mangoes, white sapote

down those trees we became gum, sap, sweetness, to be shared

we boys listening to waves crash below

grandma waving up to us

to come down

for lunch and the sea