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) |