Swing chains squeak
like unoiled screen door hinges
with each push, I get closer
to touching clouds.
Once I’ve achieved maximum
momentum, I prepare to launch
into the stratosphere
everything slows down;
I feel the heaviness of each heartbeat;
the impending weightlessness of my body
I catch a glimpse of the proud smile
decorating your face;
your mouth wording inaudible sounds,
I close my eyes and take flight.
Cool breezes engulf me like a 50-degree inferno;
an aerodynamic adolescent worthy of a comic book cover.
Once comfortable soaring, I open my eyes
my face is about to Double Dare a tree;
I wake up and my nose starts bleeding.