Savvy Swing

There is a certain charm to a swing.
Listen: The limbs sing with ardor
and candor when the forward thrust
takes us closer to the blue garden
of yonder.
Watch: Time seems to melt in the act.
It evaporates ever so slowly.
It may eventually come back as youthful rain,
drops of hydro-ebullience, but, you know,
who cares.
Oh how the days of summer shine perfectly as
the body rocks back and forth in the surrogate
mommy-arms of leisure.
The being recognizes its place in the shuffle of
things.
It too swings, from nebula to particle, from cloud
to form, while enjoying the invariable breeze.