Rope Swing

If you find one, arcing deep into water,
Peel and release.
I did this once— The memory, the splash!
Each summer, by the bank,
Hoping it returns— A moment whole,
A turtle leaping, exploding off its log.
Now children gather,
New lake, new hands grip the rope.
We grow together, we let go.
Spending months within burrows, waves of digital heat-quenched,
In one arc, the weight, airborne lives crossing
Bare laughs, sunlit in motion,
Each of us climbing limbs to add our ropes,
Water murmuring patiently,
splash