Swing

A poem

drifting
mind freely moving
my heart floating
lifted by the light air
swinging
by a tree's branch

light kisses of breeze
flicker through the trees
brushing my cheeks crimson
and cold rejuvenation
filling my lungs

relief
lies heavy on my body
slowly shifting away
with every sway of the swing

a moment away
to forget
and free of worry

thinking of everything
and nothing

peaceful quiet, I swing