A Swing In Full Circle Poem by Louie Vizcarra

A swing in full circle

brought me back to the fabled land

once again face to face with the mist

the Sea of Gold

retracing steps laid down eons ago

that felt like yesterday.

I searched for Strawberry Swing

a mission provoked by the feelings of familiarity

of being in this old place.

I put my ear to the wind, listening

and tried to speak back with the frost of my words

but all I heard in response was silence.

I wandered through the Sea of Gold

against the rushing tide

that threatened to swallow me

as if searching for one lost gold coin.

And glancing back at the ice chasing me

from high on the hill

I ignored it and pushed on.

I treaded lightly between the trees

while the entire forest burned in flames

stubbornly insisting this was the same old place

I used to wander

the same sidewalks I walked before

the same cold wind that bit my face.

I searched tirelessly for Strawberry Swing.