What is it about the cadence of a swaying swing that soothes a tired mind?
Is it the rhythmic pace that matches a heartbeat?
Or the frayed memories of swishing to and fro, wind upon a face?
Or the push, pump of a child reaching for the sky – such expectation!
In this season of my life, I seek out solitude. No voices.
Just the rapid gurgle of a nearby stream,
The light flutter of leaves in the early Spring,
Their shadows ever-changing on the path beneath my feet.
In this sheltered spot, there is an embedded etching of a horse’s head –
A hint of the ethos of my community.
Ferns and palms dot this oasis, soothing my soul
With gentle touch of a foot on pine-straw.
Birds twitter here and there, lily pads dot the languid pond.
Turtles, frogs and dragonflies glittering in the warm sun.
And I swing.
