Free Write from Presidio Swing

Sandy

windy

floating

feathers

human flight

pinecones clumped together

top of the hill

on the little swing

reminds me of Lake Michegan

Pinetree's grace

wait wait wait 

grey, tan, green

yellow ropes

The lost art of reading nature's signs

I am harmless, like a butterfly

if you hurt me

karma is on my side

I am your friend

I'll help you if you help me

none of this "rat eat rat" epiphany 

Love is love, they shout lately

But I can't even tell down from up

Lady with 5 dogs shouts warning me,

"swinging causes a reaction

in that tree"

one dog with sad black eyes glances up

As if maybe I'm harboring his long lost pup

bounce

bounce

float

swing

breezy afternoon in the city of dreams

will I ever see you again?

For that is really all I think of

my long lost friend.

And here comes the sun

peeking through white

birds chirp high up in the sky

The tower disappears in the rushing fog

these days I can only feed my hunger with a song

spinning motion

floating

circles

feet off the ground

I wonder why life takes us away with out a sound

It's not as if music plays when you die

It only beats when you feel alive

My purse gets caught on the Presidio swing

Can you find me the answers to keep it all balanced?

"I don't think so", says the swing

I think life is always stop and go

There is no such thing as balance here

There is only change left when the end is near

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016