Swings attached

© Scott Branine

Till a few nights back

we were two strings-

Two cables, holding up

Two adjacent swings. The playground

was crowded in the evenings: Kids

all around, playing- creating

Memories.

And when the gates were closed

for night,

we were juxtaposed in the breeze, swinging

with different frequencies: You,

loaded with tension, swung more,

and i less. Nevertheless,

we kept each other

Company, in light as well as darkness.

Until last night, when lightning

struck, and the Heavens burst,

and poured down a Storm

much worse than the worst.

And you swung violently, and you cried, while i tried

to remain still. You swung

and swung and swung until

You clung onto me, and we

got Entangled, and Intertwined

From top to bottom- from toe to mind.

So now we be but one string, from

Swing-seat to point of suspension

swinging with same frequency and tension.

And whether we like it or not, we've grown

Into one of each other's own.

And if ever a wind should shake us

Or if ever a storm should break us,

Two parts of one string, we both would be

Each, half of you, and half of me.