27
05
2007
More Oldies….
The tall tree’s branch, thicker
Than my torso, hung horizontally
Moving in the breeze as if
Waving at me.
I admit to heeding the call as
The thick rope tied to the branch
Beckoned, knotted at the bottom like
A huge wart.
I could run from where I stood
And have a modest swing or
Grabbing the knot I could climb
The outcropped rock and launch
Myself into the universe.
Dangling thrill that it was tethered
Still to the branch hanging on
Precariously lest I experience the
Awkward spill of a short flight
To the ground.
RonRusso 2004
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I love rope swings and this poem made me feel that thrill too of finding one! Well done!
Thanks, Clare. Some of my favorite memories are from that rope swing in the woods behind our house.