As a child I was only free
when I sang
when I swung.
Tonight I found a swing set in the back of a school –
…waiting for me.
I ran first, because I’m grown-up and must do such things to be healthy.
then I climbed on the swing.
I wasn’t as brave as I was as a child. I didn’t lean back nearly as far as I used to dare – but I did watch the clouds overhead before closing my eyes.
And relishing the breeze.
For three minutes I pretended to be a bird….
And I was surprised to see that it took twelve minutes for the swing to finally stop after I left.
It just kept going – as if those three minutes mattered much more than I thought.
And the swing didn’t want me to forget.