The Swing

I swing in bits and pieces to the rhythm

In distance and cycles

With open-wonder, we bond

I switch up and down

With enigmatic exuberance amidst

Our hazy unlikeness

My old soul palpitate as I soar

Higher

Faster

Deeply

Into you

Yet choked by broken and contoured

Memories

I waft in buoyant emotions clinging

Tightly to the swing

We twirl in our souls yet

In the park where hearts meet,

I sit on the Swing.