chagall backdrop

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