In the arms of a rope:

I”d tether to the glory

of lily fields and daffodils

on wings of whip-poor-wills in flight

toward the moon’s calm light

I’d gather all the wisdom known

with loosened knots, embrace the thoughts

allowing plots of greater good

to be my livelihood

You, untangled chord of strength

the sturdy twine so blessed mine

a lifeline, filled with hope

this dreamer’s periscope

Photo credit and: “The metaphysicians, theologists and even the modern psycho-analysts, have been long using it – the imagery of swing, for defining the wanderings of self and a vacillating, wavering or indecisive mind, and aestheticians, poets and painters …”