Simple Swings
A photograph of hues and light
a playground of swings to seat your butt
Quietly alone there empty and inviting
hung by chains under the A frame
At first glance one is small
taken back to elementary school
sounds of children yelling and playing
metal chains grind and squeek
higher and higher knees the lever
when at last climbing no more
the body flings itself into the air
From the perspective of today
the swings are empty
with no sounds to hear
but in the mind the act remains
we recall our time carefree
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