Thursday, April 15, 2004

time to swing again.
a little blue rubber crescent
swaying in the breeze, inviting me to rest.
kickoff dear,
the foundation is about to
dissappear from under your feet.
laying back, stomach knotted,
i'm finally free enough to let my hair hang down
and brush the cedar chips
like they were the sky itself.
but i'm flying, flying away like
where the hell is this going, anyway?
each step to the top is another
in this cycle of
my moods.
swinging again, back and fourth between
the stars and the moon and the sun and the trees,
between mother and father and friend and foe
and love and hate and something unknown.
my foot reaches out, one toe at a time,
to stretch a little further and see if this one
is The One
where i'll finally touch that treetop leaf.
it's so much more special at the bottom.
everything is
*bettie* at 9:53 AM