Whoosh - back, forth, back, forth
The wind gliding my curls back like freshly pasted hair gel.
Whoosh- back, forth, back, forth
The rhythm satisfying my craving for consistency
Whoosh- back, forth, back, forth
My eyes close, my dimples burst, the sun smiles and I feel it on my closed eyelids and happy face.
The sun has my embrace and the swing allows me to inch closer - to almost touch it - to almost touching the sun.
A back and forth memory- I had all I needed there on that swing in the middle of a chaotic playground - the sounds my classmates buzzing dizzily around uprooting wood chips and painting their feet black with the dirt underneath - the sounds of my classmates ceased because the music in my own mind grew louder- strengthened by the warmth of the sun and my giddy grasps at freedom - a consistent freedom.
Laughter - back and forth
Laughter - the creak of the swing’s chain
Laughter - I had all I needed
The laughter: it was loud enough - combined with the sound of nature - to answer my questions - to engage in conversation.
The sun: it was bright enough(strong enough) to match my joy and encourage my happy adventure
I alone controlled the movement, but the earth, gravity, physics, and science thrusted me back and forth. There in the perfect climax and catharsis of a caged day I was thankful to science for my gift of this joyful swinging adventure - it was there on that swing that
I questioned and answered.
I spoke and heard.
I came and I grew.
All with the inquisitive capabilities I was born with and my natural need to converse with the very loud and responsive earth.