A Man to a Tree, on Building a Treehouse

Friend tree,
I come to you with implements of construction
to pierce your side
with steel spikes long as those held Christ on the cross

I ask your forgiveness
perhaps your indulgence
and promise I will make it as quick and clean as I can
for your sake
and for those of my children.

I have three of them
Thick as my fingers, long as both hands held together
and a drill
given to me by my mother's father
Still mighty from the age of war machines.

I bought you at great price
knowing I would do this to you.
not for the salvation of all men
but for the enjoyment of my children.