Swaying Alive
Through life’s backs and forths
I knew what I was signing up for, when I perched on that swing,
That I was in for a ride that was, sooner or later, going to sting.
Whizzing I went, across the seemingly bottomless pit,
The bed of which was familiar only to those who quit.
I swang through the garden of kaleidoscopical hues,
Where everything evoked wonder and every other thing was news.
Then came the vast and volatile hall,
Where a volcano went off just after a sublime snowfall.
Struggling out of the closing tornado, I met the battleground,
Where every moment was a race between me and the blood-thirsty hounds.
The battered swing next dragged me to the desert,
Where I met peace and quiet, along with the settled dust and dirt.
The swing slowed down, it came to a grinding halt,
And I thanked the journey, for the rises as well as the falls.
For one last time, my eyelids hugged each other tight,
And I took the plunge into the pit, where I will wait, until the next flight.
~S
