Swings in Air

Where can a carnival ride take you...

SWINGS IN AIR

 

As the rain pours from the night sky,

The gate of the deserted amusement park creaks open, and I walk in.

I run to the swings, touch the belt, and it cracks, clattering to the ground.

The seat screeches under my weight. I clench the rusted chains.

The wind pushes the lever.

 

I soar up, almost parallel to the ground.

Swallowing air and water,

Encircling the universe.

Everything is possible, everything, this world, parallel worlds, past lives

Are there, in that overwhelming night air, filling me.

Suddenly, I am a caveman inscribing caricatures into a wall,

A pilgrim successfully milking a stubborn cow,

An Inca gatherer mounted on a llama,

A Rastafarian in a little hut of twigs in the midst of an eternity of green.

I shriek, and that one voice, my voice, is in harmony with thunder’s orchestra.

Flying higher, higher, higher! Whirling in ecstasy!

 

The sun rises. The rain stops. The wind escapes east.

The swings collapse, exhausted, to the ground.

Releasing my grip, I fall to the grass.

I’m dead. Dead. There can be no more life!

But, no.

I stand up and my legs move, forcing me out of the gate and into

Civilization.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

I forgot to hand in my tickets...
great swing ride very detailed from the rusted chains to the dizzy on the ground ending
very creative
thank you for sharing

[olgaoka]

Thank you!)