swing

i watched my feet
i just sat and watched my feet go up and down, up and down, up and down.
Like when we were kids and sat on a swing.
the dream was the same as our fear, going all the way round like a wheel.
and then i jumped out and stared forward, into the valley, and even out of the valley and into the sea.
it was a beautiful afternoon.
My legs felt new and my grandkids where about to come home for supper.
"so long grandpa" was all i needed to hear that day.