View from a Tire Swing
I climbed into a tire swing,
pushed off and soared legs first towards the sky.
It was cloudy, stormy;
the wind whipped through my hair
as I lay back in the tire and felt a rush in my stomach.
Swinging back down to reality
my feet touched playground sand,
toes dug in and propelled me towards the heavens once again.
I laid back in the tire swing floating, twisting,
soaring higher and higher until the world flipped upside down
and became slightly skewed.
I saw the under side of green leaves hanging from tree branches
like hundreds of hands extended in greeting
fingers spread wide reaching for hope.
Rolling storm clouds full of frowns and scowls
fretted over the injustice of a civil ceremony
that makes an adulteress the next ‘queen’.
Wind strolled through blades of grass
turning over memories like discarded playing cards,
laying odds on matters of the heart.
Time sprinted forward
and circled back again on a child’s merry-go-round l
ingering lost for long moments at the core of identity.
I soared higher and higher still on the breath of children’s laughter
ever spiraling towards a happiness I’ve never quite known.
Tears fell from heaven,
one bulbous drop at a time,
surprising a smile from lips preoccupied with daydreams.
Feet skidded through grains of sand
slowly painstakingly returning to truth
as the tire swing stopped
and the world flipped right side up again.  posted by Matildakay at 1:49 PM