Growing up on the farm.
Black and white TV telling me stories via rabbit ears.
I was certain that I could be the next Tarzan of the Jungle.
The snowy screen showing me dreams I’d never create on my own.
Eventually I realized my many gaps
How my grasp of Great Ape grammar was lacking
and my basic Chimpanzee was none existent.
Still I did try to master vine swinging;
and tree-top jumping
while summoning elephants to my aid.
The elephants never came.
The ground turned out to be quite unforgiving.
Still not all was lost!
My climbing became quite excellent!
I learned how to shimmy up drain pipes to rooftops;
Discovered how to corner climb walls.
Then I discovered freedom and the ability
to sneak out my second story window in the old farmhouse;
Catwalk in the darkness to sit 50 feet above that unforgiving ground;
Above the branches;
On the peak of the roof.
There I watched the stars circling;
Shooting stars dispensing wishes.
And saw how the planets kept track of cosmic time.
I decided I wanted to be reach beyond the broadcast jungle
and become the new Carl Sagan…
I never quite made it as Carl.
In the end my dream of Tarzan
took me above and beyond the treetops.