Wee Scoops

Measure for Measure

A poem for the last day of my career break, if a little tenuous.

Swing Chain

Swing Chain (Photo credit: brentdanley)

I’m weightless:
Waiting to plunge backwards, downwards,
Feet like lead, hair straight forwards;
 
My hands grip the iron chains,
My neck strains forward,
Eyes narrow against the sun.
 
This is the top.
 
And then the wind will rush by my ears
As the park skews below me
To a blur of green.
 
I tuck my legs under,
Ready to stretch out,
Lean back.
My heart sinks,
Then rises.

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11 thoughts on “A poem for the last day of my career break, if a little tenuous.

  1. Laurie Nichols on said:

    Perfect metaphor for your plunge back into the work waters. Good luck for tomorrow! 🙂

  2. Scotstig on said:

    Hey Sandra, it’s the last day but the lasting legacy of having you around for the year to your children will be felt and appreciated for years to come.

  3. Perfectly put – best of luck tomorrow!

  4. Talk about mixed feelings…

    It’s soon come around. Enjoy the return.

  5. At least your heart can still rise. Have fun. 🙂

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