This swing in our backyard
is one of my favorite places in the summer.
I have cried there,
rocked my baby there.
I have watched the moon rise over the trees,
listened to the wind rustle their leaves,
closed my eyes and let the swing just swing.
It’s a little preoccupied right now,
this sacred swing of mine,
buried in winter and sitting so still.
But once the snow melts,
I’ll be more than happy to hop on,
dangle my feet
and swing like there’s no tomorrow.