the swinging sensation

today is sunday.
the day before today was saturday.
which meant going to my grandparent's home.
the planes were flying overhead

in 5s,
like geese in a v-shape unit
zooom
zoooooooooooom
overhead

look up in the sky!
it's a bird!
it's superman!
No! its a plane!

and all in preparation for the NDP.

i said my hellos
and went to the park
they have swings there :)
last week i went to the same spot
and got wonderful views of the zooming planes :)

the planes didnt come for quite a while
so i sat on the swing
and swang.

i have an inexplicable love for swinging.
must be my childhood.
the playgrounds almost always didn't have swings

and when i found one
i'd get someone to swing me
and then they'd swing me real high
(have i mentioned that i'm afraid of heights?)
so i'd scream and beg them to stop

but i was always swung higher
and then i'd get an adrenaline rush...

the fear of falling
yet the prospect of flying
is a lovely idea.

now that i'm older,
i'm taller.
the swings don't look so high anymore.

i swing,
embracing the sky
blue
clouds
tinged with grey
against the white
stunning contrast

i swing,
embracing the trees
leaves making delicate lace patterns
against the sky

i swing,
zoooooom
the planes have come
see the red
see the white
like birds
so far
yet
they look
terribly near

i swing,
i wonder
if the pilots can see
a girl on a swing
going higher
higher
higher

hair flying
swing flying

maybe they're wondering
if i'll be able to swing
over the bar
...
girl flying
?

the sky has darkened
yet to my left
is
a gorgeous orange and yellow
bright in a way
that only nature can
be:
perfect

i'm pushing my cousin now
the little girl in pink
zooooooooom
the planes return

she swings,
i wonder
if the pilots can see
the girl who had been on the swing
pushing another girl in pink.