A Child

When I was a child,
stubborn and reactionary,
I would greet the chiding
of my misdeeds as an invitation
to become one with nature.
To set out with my collie dog
on an adventure, to join Sam Gribly
and find my own side of the mountain
in the Texas hill country.

As a stubborn and sometimes
hyperbolic intracranial adult, I often conjure
the same idyllic thoughts
when accosted by unwanted stress -
"to live deliberately...and Spartan-like...
to drive life into a corner" by leaving the
corner office and climbing the branches
rather than the ladder.

But quickly, my more rational half intervenes,
and my transcendental self must release the tree
and embrace responsibility.


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