climbing the white tree

tired

of the big chair

in

the corner, i take off

my clothes,

my shoes

and go out into the cold

and climb

a white

leafless tree, heavy

with snow.

i don't know why,

but i feel

it necessary

to get out and do

so.

i need desperately

a different point of view.

i need to shake

things up,

bored

with yesterday

and today.

i need to change my

tomorrows.