Childhood

my swing: 

suspended between 

two old poplar trees 

was a bridge of sorts 

between the ground below 

and the sky above 

I pumped myself 

To go higher, to soar 

looking down 

on the root cellar below 

looking up 

at the tree branches overhead 

swinging fast and slow 

discovering

new viewpoints 

trying out new spaces 

my swing: 

teaching me to move 

in the wider world 

to accept its moments 

of growth and change