I am hanging
At the end of 
A great weight

Which is tied
To the end of 
A long heartstring.

I am swinging 
From here to there
And back again

Time after time
And as I swing 
I become aware

That there are 
Places inbetween
Here and there

But they are a blur
And the only way
To see them clearly

Is to jump off
The swinging weight
When I am

asleep at night.

© Griffonner 2025