We have been carved from the same wood
you and I.
For this leap of metaphor
trying to imagine a childhood as wooden
please don’t think of a tree but rather
a block of wood, twelve metres in height
two metres in width, and another two in depth.
So that if I were to trace the knots down
to find the shape of you waiting in this space
your limbs could never reach
beyond the edge of the block’s dimensions
and you can fill that potential all you want
but never be taller than twelve metres.