Up On The Downswing

Up on the downswing...

On the downswing, I'd go faster
And faster. Hit the low point.
Feel the stomach drop.
Move into the upswing. Slower...
Slower...
Reach the top
And stop.
(Then again in reverse.)

One day I reached the top
And Stopped. And stopped.
The seat stopped just the once.
But for one, glorious, exhilarating moment
I lost the weight.

And then it was over.
And I fell. Damn near broke my neck.
Bloody swing almost killed me.

I only went on the see-saw after that.