Childhood’s Retreat

It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree out of blue sky    the wind sings loudest surrounding me. And solitude,   a wild solitude ’s reveald,   fearfully,   high     I’d climb into the shaking uncertainties, part out of longing,   part     daring my self, part to see that widening of the world,   part to find my own, my secret hiding sense and place, where from afar all voices and scenes come back —the barking of a dog,   autumnal burnings, far calls,   close calls—   the boy I was calls out to me here the man where I am   “Look! I’ve been where you most fear to be.”