Swinging

Out the on the edge
Fear of falling through
A crumbling ledge
Don’t know what to do

In the start of the fall
Breath pulled from lungs
In wonder of it all
Flying pass the rungs

Grasp for hands fast
Look in the faces
In all that’s past
Of all the places

Left behind
Foots step sometimes alone
Sometimes with friend
It all you ever known

It’s not in tomorrow or how
The beginning of something new
Swinging in moment of now
Are the dreams you peruse

Fennigan T 2.26.11