I wish I could swing between moments,
Glide through life’s rages, whisper ‘don’t hurt me’ to my lovers.
I would try to catch Moment’s harrowed beauty as I swung by,
Letting it twine through my fingers, watch it escape them like stray hairs moving with the wind.
I would let my sisters tell their story,
A second later, recall their last line.
I would listen to my parents –
Skip past their white silk lies.
But the thing I’d really wish for,
If I really swung through time,
Is that moment before sadness,
When the sun promises it’s shine.