Swinging

I walked to the playground at night again

And I swung

And you were there

I remembered when I was four in England

And you pushed me on the swing

And now your ghost was pushing me

As I looked up at the cloudy lavender night sky

And listened to the croaking hum of the spring peepers

Out in full force now

And I remembered a better time

When we sat on the seesaw that looked like a dragon

And we sailed our little boats on that pond in England

And we went to Loch Ness

And you said a rock was the monster

And even at four I didn’t believe you

And as I swung now at 46

I went back to a better time

And I stayed there for a while

I stayed there for a while

Until it was time to walk away