All the Way Up
Denver stands before the swing.
Unsure of what the sky might bring.
She squints to find her way.
Her vision flickers, fades to gray.
The dark has taken things before.
What if it takes a little more?
She traces chain to waiting seat,
And feels the rubber at her feet.
She rises. Dips. Climbs back again.
The world tilts back and forth, and then . . .
On the ground, a tail beats time—
Tammy’s promise through each climb.
“Go on,” her playmate seems to say,
“I’m right here. It’s okay.”
She soars.
She steadies.
With each sway,
Her doubt loosens, slips away.
Above, her heartbeat slows,
Below, her friend stays close.
Hope, in motion.
Love, devotion.
