Do you remember
swinging in the summer?
The deep, strong heat of the sun,
The wind whispering across the skin of your legs,
to swing higher
Feet tucking back firmly under your behind,
Cuddled neatly inside the wide warm black rubber band of a seat,
Snapping forward at the last possible moment
Straining to propel your body forward
toes achingly pointed to the sky -
your heart’s destination -
The pale mirage of the moon hanging
In the corn flower blue sky?
Back and forth you swung,
Repetitive droning rhythm building steadily
Lulling you into serenity of speed and wind and blurring of the world around you
At the top of this arcing forward
Time explodes into smithereens.
Extending beyond the confines of your body
Blanketing the park,
And the roads beyond,
And the fields beyond that -
With the flowers open wide and basking happily in the sun.
The invisible arms of your soul
Embrace the whole world
In the moment that you are on top of it,
And you know the connectedness of all things -
the permeable nature of perceived boundaries -
Until with a whoosh and an exhale
You drop back
Into your seat and tumble back towards the earth
Gleeful and grievous at once
Flying backwards at full speed
Full of calculated intent
to do it again
do it again.
Do you remember?