THE SWING

Nothing compares thus far

to the exhilaration of the swing

A free fall , A graceful arc

suspended strength on a string

There is no room for hesitation

There is no time for procrastination

Abandon takes your spirit high

You do or do not there is no try

The movement so perfectly balanced

Two objects, syncopated creation

Holding each other as it was meant to be

like harmonic waves in unison 

An ounce of Gravity, A rush of air

A teaspoon of Love, A brush of hair

Perfect proportion with total surrender

Breathed into a measure of adventure