Swing

The mind swings all the time

Maybe,

       To hold a little authority over us

More often,

         It’s a ‘restless search’ ...

That swings like a ‘swing’ within…

   I don’t know from where the ropes descend

         But it makes me sit on a plank and swing:

Forward and back, up and down

             Forward and back, up and down

    Eventually, the oscillation slows down,

I am lowered     very gently

    -the invisible ‘ropes’ are pulled away

Separation is the rule;

Good or bad….I make a choice

It’s that simple, almost.

The rest is chance

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