there's a little girl on
the swing next to me
who's moving her legs
back and forth,
to and fro,
with all the strength
she can manage – all
the while, laughing like
she's never had more fun
in her life.

she's got long, sunshine
curls and mischievious
emerald eyes that sparkle
in the afternoon glow. she's
on a mission of the utmost
importance, i can tell, and
i watch as she swings higher,
and higher,
and higher.

time passes, and i find
myself swinging too,
back and forth,
to and fro –
because, after all, it's
a lot more fun to play
up among the clouds,
basking in the glorious