I’ve got a
sky-swing
8 miles high
fingers curl
‘round
rope-wings--
fly
wooden bench,
two seats
wide…
you pump,
I pump
rubbing thighs
in fullness
of kick
and clouds
comes down
toes reach
gravitas slips
away
hair
sweeps ground;
sky opens up
swallows me
down
until
just
the right
moment when
I jump
to the ground.
the hardest part is the landing.
8 comments:
reminds me of a childhood poem ... "How do you like to go up in a swing so high ..."
My Dad built my sister and I a swing set under the big tree in our yard when I was a little girl. It was just two swings, but they were so high. We felt like we were flying when we really got going.
I can remember swinging and singing our hearts out in that wonderful time of day when the sun was setting.
Well done, Laura.
And the hardest part is why I didn't want to let go.
"the landing".....embracing life...yep the landing is what I am afraid of...lol!!
Hugs, andrea
No! The best part is the landing! Actually, the best part is the terror of letting go -- and then the landing.
I LOVE this! I still get my big butt on the swingset in the back yard some days.
Thank you thankyouthanyouthanks for a great start to my morning!
Wheeee!!!
(The higher I get, the worse I land. That's why I don't pump as hard when I know the crash will come.)
it makes me remember how it truly felt like flying. and i remember the flying leaps to the ground!
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