SWING

Well, we have to begin somewhere, 
right?  Of course not!  
Don’t begin.  
Or end.  
And avoid the middle—
where demons diaper the dead.  
Think of yourself 
as a swing.  
You’re in mid-air, 
nobody pushing.  Somebody 
should be sitting on you.  
You were made for that.  
But you make a small
wind shiver 
as you near clouds.

Kenneth Pobo

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