though you think at the moment
it is an impossibility
and you go through the tortures of the damned,
once you have met it
and lived through it
you find that forever
after you are freer than you were before.”
Once there was a little girl,
who loved to swing on the
old oak plank rope swing in the back yard of her
grandparents ancient home
thick with the smell of the Florida Gulf waters
swimming in her lungs.
She would swing as high as she could
legs pumping like pistons,
the rope making the tree limbs
groan like a heart breaking.
She would reach the highest point she could
when the swing was so fast and strong
that her insides felt like they
were going to be outside,
then and only then
would she throw her head back
long hair flying wildly and tangling in the rope
and let the ground rush up to meet her
and watch the world from
while the swing slowly
slowed down and
came to rest.
Most times she would
continue to hang there
looking up through the paper bark
tree leaves, the sun so hot and huge in the sky
the blood would start rushing to her head.
When she sat up finally
and righted the world again, there
was always a touch of
sadness at the corners her full mouth.
Swinging was great,
it was the stopping that was hard to do.
Looking into the mirror I recognize that girl.
I still like viewing the world
upside down, with my hair in my face,
and the inside rushing
I am no longer sad when I swing.
I am freer than I was then,
as a girl in the backyard of indifferent
I let those memories surface
so that I may keep that little girl around for a bit longer,
I am no longer that person,
but she was a sweet little girl once,
and I like to remember
her head thrown back and clean
hair dragging in the dry dust at her feet.
I like to think about her hanging there,
suspended in time
looking at the world upside down
she was right.
Be well today,
& may you have a most wonderful Sunday,