For Joy
I’m in a jungle. Everywhere are vines,
but I’m no Tarzan. I’ll not grasp at trees.
Instead a line I clasp, for I will glide
by zipping over green hued scenery.
Since I’m a little nervous, I inhale
quite deeply. Then I lose my hold on ground.
I clutch that line so tightly as I soar,
imagining I’m some exotic bird.
Exhilaration’s found me; I gasp for joy!
July 3, 2021
for the Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest of Constance La France
submitted July 13, 2021 for 'A Brian Strand July 14' Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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