(somewhere else)

swingset / into / and out of / thin / air


 

It’s the edge of spring, the sky is suddenly, somehow, much bigger, and the construction crane that perennially looms over the place I work begins to swing. I’ve never seen anything non-sentient move so lightheartedly. Halfway through its arc a flock of birds appears from somewhere else in the cloudless sky and begins to dance with the machine. These are the kinds of things that happen after you decide you’re glad that you’re alive.

swingset
into
…..and out of
thin
…..air


Prose: here, now. Haiku: DailyHaiku, Cycle 11, May 29, 2011.