To Treehouse (a verb)

NaPoWriMo April 16: “…a poem in which you describe something that cannot speak, and what it has taught or told you.

To Treehouse (a verb), by Elizabeth Boquet

If you can create a sacred space,
any place, to distill your days—
if you can stay there, still, you will
learn to contemplate and conjugate
life’s capers, congratulate fate,
and celebrate the greater than you.
But whatever you do, don’t forget
the marshmallows.

Photo: The sacred treehouse, complete with our son’s collection of lobster buoys from Maine hanging underneath. As you do. In landlocked Switzerland. I hope the poem conveys that a literal treehouse isn’t necessary; I carry mine within me, wherever I go. Please let me know…