Swings

 

Swinging on the

Empty yellow

Swing

Music on

World off

Thinking

Of everything

Everything

The lot

The whole

Pumping legs

In time

With the blasting

Tune

Going up

Going down

With the rhythm

Humming the

Enthralling melody

As it takes over

Mind

Body

Thought

Movement

Mouth moving

In time

With the enchanter’s

It’s not like

Anyone else

Is around

To see

Rolling

Tumbling

Ideas

Notions

Voices

Running through

The brain

As if on

Fire

Sitting alone

But not lonely

(For that is what

Alone

Equates)

World put on hold

As the lies are

Sorted

As the doubts are

Squished

As the memories are

Chosen to shine

Above the

Rest

Swinging alone

Doesn’t mean

Swinging

All

By

Myself