Motion Sick

[aliquisa]

I sit on the swing letting one bare toe dig shallow patterns in the pale dirt under me.  I’m not swinging, just sitting, letting myself be moved by wind and whim.  You stand near me, watching, protecting.  I wouldn’t dare be caught unhappy without a guard on hand to keep me from hurting people who got too close.

But you’re with me, so I can swing in

Comments

[fsl]

Nice rhythm. Lost it for a bit in the middle (around the first mention of children), but it ended strong. I think it's pretty cool how you made something of such a simple idea.