Swinging

There’s no one in the playground

When I walk at break of day.

The jungle gyms are empty

Since no climbing’s underway.

 

The slides and swings are waiting

For the toddlers and the tots

Who, with nannies, moms or dads

Will later come to claim their spots.

 

And yet this morning, I observed

A woman swinging high,

Her legs a‘pumping with the force

To take her to the sky.

 

Her little dog sat patiently

Until her steam ran out,

A private moment to enjoy

With no one else about.