1.
Once a child, I cast myself out above the playground
Legs pumping
Forward, then back
Forward, then back
Forward, then back
Upper bodies pitch the other way
Back, then forward
Back, then forward
Back, then forward
Higher and Higher
Wind threads Wind
Back, then forward
Forward, then back
Effortless eyes close in on soft sight
Another skyscape recedes
Back, then forward
Forward, then back
Higher and Higher
Wind threads Wind
Back, then forward
Forward, then back
Breath shortens
Back, then forward
Torso lengthens
Forward, then back
Quickening begins
Humming electricity rattles the ribcage
Traps spring open in concentric fiery pools and sparks
The soul forgets its tether
2.
Physically we are mutinous and disloyal
One pause
A brief lean into an ebb
Finds tips of shoes crashing into gravel
Dust less settled
Jarring at chains unforgiving
Once children, we are left staring at thin socks
Agitated and gray
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