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.