Another fence covered in vines and wearing barbered wire for a hat is visible through the trees. It’s laid out in a small square protecting a large steel pole poorly disguised as a tree. The pole is at least five times thicker than any wooden cylinder I have ever seen. I make my way closer to the fence. Bushes surround it like a mote. I walk around to the side opposite the way I came. I find a gate with the same shrub at the base as the rest of the fence. I kick it out of the way uncovering a broken lock once used in a failed attempt to insure someone like me stays out. I pull on the cold steel gate snapping the remaining vines holding it in place and step inside the cage. Red, yellow, and brown leaves blanket the ground and crunch under me. The steel tree guides my eyes up to the sky. Dense clouds mask the peek. I reach for it. The tip of my middle finger brushes against a thin rusty piece of metal parallel to the ground. My feet leave the dirt in a leap and the coarse metal meets the inside of each fist. Without struggle I lift my weight. It’s just enough to reach the next rung of many. I continue climbing occasionally stopping to rest and take in the scenery before it’s engulfed in gray. The subtle roar of the highway on the other side of the pole is progressively getting louder as the world begins to come to life.
~xxbatman_xx
