The world sways like a pendulum.
Grass and vast sky meet concrete and chewing gum.
She wants to soar the sundry breeze
to where the wind gods
keep their keys
but her feet lack wings
and keep coming back down.
He spins giddily.
A thousand gleeful faces
spin him to eternity,
the friends and family
he’s grown apart from.
Waxen layers weigh her down.
Tired furred eyes of a dog
rugged in parcelled affection
stare out considering lives
they might have been.
I was too caught up chasing dreams
to remember how and when it was gone,
departing from memory’s junkyard
like a fleeing child. As I stand upon this brow,
bare of roundabout and swing
I wonder if it was here at all.