A Swingset Vignette Songtext
von Zovi

Small legs in oscillation
Airborne from the ground
On a swing overlooking a future
With only a thin wire fence in the way
And with every forward movement
It felt as though I could pass through the holes of the fence And be turned into the rays of light that cast themselves through both ways
And rise up to the off-white sky of how I remember that non-day
And then back, allowing myself to fall in an arc
Braced by my smaller hands grasping the metal chains of the swing
With holes more appropriate for a child that age


But even now I refuse to pass through that fence
And I will always refuse
For the sky is on this side
And the non-day is as alive as the grass untouched
On the other side

I imagine myself dismounting
My hand trailing a chain with tender hesitation
And wandering behind to leafy shade
To dance to the moment and its melody in softest solitude