Swinging

There’s no one in the playground When I walk at break of day. The jungle gyms are empty Since no climbing’s underway. The slides and swings are waiting For the toddlers and the tots Who, with nannies, moms or dads Will later come to claim their spots. And yet this morning, I observed A woman swinging high, Her legs a‘pumping with the force To take her to the sky. Her little dog sat patiently Until her steam ran out, A private moment to enjoy With no one else about.