inside, out––up, down––over and across, swinging like mad, trying
to touch my toe on the inevitable crossbar, feeling the wind scoot past me,
my skirts billowing around me as i laugh, going higher and higher
buoyed by exuberance, hoisted by dreams of glory and escape,
while the trees move ever closer and the ground explodes past,
climbing to the summit where birds fly and clouds rest waiting....
