Swinging
Do you remember
swinging in the summer?
The deep, strong heat of the sun,
The wind whispering across the skin of your legs,
pumping
to swing higher
and 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
faster
toes achingly pointed to the sky -
your heart’s destination -
The pale mirage of the moon hanging
ghostlike
In the corn flower blue sky?
Back and forth you swung,
Didn’t you?
Repetitive droning rhythm building steadily
Lulling you into serenity of speed and wind and blurring of the world around you
Until suddenly
At the top of this arcing forward
hanging
suspended
midair
motionless.
Time explodes into smithereens.
Your consciousness
Streams forth
Extending beyond the confines of your body
In billowing
fluid
streams
of silken
nothingness[otherness]
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
Unexpected
You drop back
[plop]
Into your seat and tumble back towards the earth
Shrieking
And screaming
Gleeful and grievous at once
Flying backwards at full speed
Full of calculated intent
to do it again
do it again.
Do you remember?
melanie gillespie
3.3.03
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