i think, ah, if i could only write a book, but i remember
i wrote myself in a corner after school.
what if i wrote myself into a tree? 
in past i would climb up a tree every time one called me.
i felt best in a tree. i felt that sap flow in warm limbs.
but i'm older now and my dog can't climb.
and back then i couldn't write in a tree.
i was holding on.