The feeling, weightless

The feeling, weightless: letting go –

To land and turn, then swing again:

To know the breathless joy of flight

The way you do — no did — back then

 

To hear the laughter you recall

Of kids and swings, and their rapport —

The feeling, weightless: letting go –

To land and just be young

Once more

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

3 thoughts on “The feeling, weightless”

  1. I had a swing set in my backyard growing up. I’d go as high as I could and then jump. I’d mark my landing with a rock and then try to fly farther…
    This brought me back to those good old days, thank you.

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