Dear old friend of my childhood:
Thank you, for finding me here,
Greeting me with an old feeling,
Familiar weightlessness I've missed,
Misplaced by life's heavy grounding.
Thank you, for lifting me back, up
Back, up through the crisp sky,
Legs pumping ferociously to fling me,
Faster, higher, popping up from your seat.
Thank you, drawing peace back in,
Swinging my fears far from my focus,
Flinging my head back, heart held high,
Ears ringing thick with airy laughter.
Thank you, for throwing my perspective,
See the moon, see the mulch below,
See tops of tress hung with goons,
See dewy grass, see the back of eyelids.
Thank you, for holding my hips tight,
Pressing out wrinkles of over-worried woes,
Squeezing, hugging, assuring you're there,
Catching my bouncing *** from flying away.
Thank you, for squeaking louder, louder, louder
Than my malicious runaway monologue,
Your steady metronome keeps me in time,
To the muffled beat of my heart.
Thank you, for calling others round
You're a common ground for misfits,
A shared memory of past bliss,
A shrine to the good old day,
Thank you.
