Treehouse Outside of Time

I travel lately

to the house nestled in the crook

of three sturdy willow branches

constantly shaded in wiffling vines

knotted ropes hanging

tossed into the dappled

pool of my mind

any time I swim out to the isle

take hold of the line

pulling taught

I climb right in the open hatch

a glow emanates above me

🏞️🌳🪜🛖🌳🏞️

beloved tree houses sit on lands

situated outside of time

it's how we arrive

back inside for sleepovers, pillow fights

and secrets told in our ears

as we dream at night

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡⋅☾⋅☁️ ˚₊‧

a place of endless youth

and childhood fun

before the battle had begun

when we were all one troupe

of whooping neighborhood bicycle monkeys

parking down the dirt road

climbing to the top

living together in Tree houses

outside of time

🌳🚲ᯓ⋆.ೃ🌳

tossing our

stealthily collected contributions

to the food pile on the floor

putting all of our best stickers

on the shining honor wall

lying in a heavy-breathing heap

giggling till winded

laughter being the best medicine

fireflies buzzing through

the muggy open air of

the communal safe house

‧₊˚🧃🍪🍫🍿˚₊‧

the warm, eerie glow

merging past and present

sleeping and waking realities

one of the boys snatching

a beetle right out

of the sticky summer air

pulling it apart in slow motion

swiping luminant slime on my face

as I roll away, squealing

jumping up we run after

the last vestiges of sunlight

peeking through a knot in the boards

✨🪲🌿🪲✨🪲🌿🪲✨

I awake with a start

like falling from a tree

but I am warm and happy

from time spent with dear friends

whom I feel I haven't seen

in an eternity

I will see you there

next time I recline

on the floorboards

of the tree house outside of time

K.B. Silver

Few though those precious good memories of childhood may be, they are special golden rays of sunlight, like portals to not just another time, but another world that barely even existed.