
I told her I wanted
to buy a swing
like the one I had
as a kid
A backless cold metal
slab on two chains
at each end
symmetrical A-frames
Momentum
slow gravity
arcs at first
and then perpetual motion
in space I rise
and then I fall
the plunge
just makes me go higher
a shallow curve blossoms
I carve a path
like a Maestro’s arms
to beckon crescendo
I look down at the ground
at the sky back to ground
on the back-swing
back to the sky
at the highest point
of my youth I felt
I would probably live
forever
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
