At the local neighborhood park
On pretty pleasant nights after dark
When all the children have left
Lonely swings hang in line bereft.
Enter solitary woman, legs gracefully skywards rocking.
Tasting freedom denied, she’s swinging! How shocking!
Maybe she’s swinging to her favorite beat or song.
A dancing pendulum now, she’ll do it however long
It takes to get high off this oscillating escapist ecstasy
Wild, not a child, a tenderly pretty sight – flushed, hair messy.
Maybe she felt slightly sad once more.
Today she’ll playfully strengthen her core
And let fresh air clear the cobwebs in her head.
She pays taxes, why not skip gym, swing in her park instead?
Ooh, these views from dizzying heights!
Framed by trees under crisp starry moonlit nights,
Romancing herself swinging, thrilling,
Higher and higher, her worries stilling
God willing, she leaves in a much better mood
Grown woman on a child’s swing, just trying to feel good