To Swing

I forgot how it feels to swing,
To fly through the autumn air,
And laugh as the wind whips around me,
As it dances and pulls at my hair.

The first time I rise timidly
And savor the gentle motion,
Until gravity pulls me backward,
Like the moon pulls the tides in the ocean.

Again I ascend toward the sky,
Now at a frightening speed.
My breath is caught in my throat-
But again, all too soon, I recede.

For the third and final time,
I throw my head back as I swing,
And make the split-second decision
To lift off my seat and take wing.

I fly utterly unrestricted.
I revel in the glorious feeling.
For a moment I'm free as a bird;
For a moment the World has no ceiling.