Saturday, December 28, 2013

Poem: "That Christmas Vacation" by Barbara Ryland

we jumped on a roller coaster
ribboning  along rails
and for a moment
we hung,
snatched up,
   suspended in air,
    then
      swooped ,
     and
        slowly
          climbed  again
     to cascade
             another time
as our stomachs leapt to our throats
and we screamed,
and our hats flew away forever.

The Florida sun spun in the park,
radiating our joy,
and we thought all life must be like this,
held in arms of  Love,
swinging between poles of delight

      and descent.