the swing

the magnificent sky beneath which i swing

***

to and fro;

push,

pull.

point.

flex.

extend;

pull in.

my legs reach higher, higher still

pointing towards the heavens.

with each heave-- ho

i work and work and work to no avail.

my legs ache--

if i could only work a little bit harder

i'd get there. i'd get there alright.

but i don't. i've forgotten how to swing.

suddenly, care(ful)less(ly)

i lean back

my torso like an eagle

diving to the ground,

swooping in to pick its prey

and airborne again, in an instant.

i soar with ease--

once i stop

work, work, working.

i grip tightly as i fly forward.

my pointed pieds lead,

heaven-bound.