Army of Ink Go Play On The Swings

 

 

 

Go Play On The Swings .

The want to ride way up high reveals much less.   A moment in the middle that can’t be held.  A view from above stolen from beneath.  I go PLONK.  Caught by the place where soles meet soil.   Much nicer than hanging by a longing for a lift.

This little soldier had a history of plonks.  Each time she played with someone she’d end up getting hurt, which left her wondering if she’d be better off never playing with anyone again.  One day, dumped in yet another plonk, too weary to bound from the stillness that forever taunted her, she sat.  And she sat.   And she sat.  It was in the sitting that she began to wonder if maybe her escape from the plonk would not come from never trusting again.  Maybe the answer lay in trusting herself.  Or perhaps playing only the games that held a balance.  And knowing when it was time to go home before it got too dark.

 

 

(Reposted from 2012.  Originally from handmade book, ‘Rock The Boat’, handwriting by Mags.  Now in Clunk & Jam book, 2019)