Poems on the hook

Halyard Swing

A swing can bring in the breeze
And fling kids’ cheers like wings into the air
Until it drinks them into the
Bottom of its salty seat.


Then up, Let’s rise, stop, swoosh, then lean out, see water below
And “hello” here I come
Raging an arc
Close cut to the hull until I pull up and spring out to the other side of the deck
And glide top side again.

June 2010, Carmen Island (Baja, MX)