She jumps
and leaps
and trips
and runs
on a quest to her sacred swing in the park.
Her sister leaps along, aching for the swing.
They weave through kids
like rival sharks towards a catch.
Past a swordfish,
past a carp,
towards that tasty turtle-seat, hanging like bait.
Her foot gets tangled,
now in kelp,
now in coral.
She slips on the rocks and hits something sharp.
Her sister sprint-swims to find help,
but the fin isn't bleeding and she’s up and swimming,
beckoning her sister with her swip-swish tail.
She dives forward to the turtle, grinning
as she slams into its shell,
her sisters slams into her.
They knew they'd seize their petty prey,
swinging faster,
swinging higher,
each time
to break the water surface,
to break into the sky.