my thoughts colliding
like trains-
twisted metal
is unforgiving.

fearing height

from your perch in the great elm
you pull me up
to lay on the branches.
they are as sturdy as your grip
on my quiet hand.

fall’s uneven colors surround us
as we hide in the leaves
whispering, the wind is watching us.
you may see fear in my eyes
but its only the height--

I don’t want to fall.