The Swing

We're holding two steel chains
suspended from a bar.
The altitude we gain--
it will not get us far.

For as we reach the crest
extending to the sky,
a second we're at rest
then backwards do we fly

Back and forth we go
it is a children's toy,
blurry down below
pure and simple joy.

We swoop above the sand
in perfect unison
we jump and then we land
not quite as we planned;
and in the horizon
forever will it stand?

(April 2002)