My Swing

a piece of wood, two long ropes
hanging from my seqouia tree
over a lake, under a willow tree
on top of a mountain, way up high
I close my eyes as I lift off the ground
my head tilted back, as the wind blows against my face
legs pumping back and forth

back and forth
my mind clears of all things
my body is floating high
I'm flying, I'm free