the breeze
running through my hair
just as I get closer to the ground
I distance myself
propelled in the opposite direction
my control over my motion is limited
I can lean back and forth, sure
but gravity has the most control

the intrusive questions begin to attack me
I do not expect them
I do not know how to counteract them
‘jump’ they say
‘let go of the rope’

for a slit second
my grip loosens
I look down at the ground
trying to remind myself of reality
far, close, then far again
I reach the peak
and let go anyway

I fly
through the air
hurled by my momentum
gravity still has a hold of me
pushing me back to the ground
letting the damp grass soak through my shirt