Posts tagged ‘swingset’

September 23, 2009

“The Science of Swings”

Night looms, but how could we pass by a swingset? It is eternally correct to mount a swing on a fall night, like a schoolchild grasping hard at what strands of summer remain. All the more under sleepy orange sodium-vapor lamps screaming night even louder than the indigo sky. So we grasp the plastic-coated chain links, sit tentatively on the slight rubber curves that, mercifully, had dried from the earlier rain. We shove airborne from the mulch.

And we become wave motion, making between us a lattice of our respective amplitudes and frequencies, our crests and troughs. When in phase, I turn to look at you. I have always reveled more in the upswing than the backswing. Some prefer the back; it’s the anticipation I suppose, of all the joy waiting at the top of the arc. This, they say, is more enjoyable than the apogee itself.

I want to hang at the top of a swing forever; I wish my inner ear would keep rising higher ‘til I lose all sense of balance, sense of self, to childlike exultation. Here is flight for us common earthbound.

I breathe a bit easier when you close your eyes on the upswing, kicking out hard to remain weightless a moment longer, exactly as I do. I know we will leap into the mulch at the same time, and return to this swingset tomorrow. The next day too, if the weather doesn’t puddle the seats.

 

 

 

 

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