Swing

There are more guides than there are of us regular people. At the top of the steep climb is a white house. Old but clean. Falling apart in some places but still pretty. At the backyard is a swing. I look at one of the guides and he understands what I want. He gestures, "Go ahead." So I do. I go ahead but before I can sit myself down properly he gives me a push, "Wait, wait, wait," I scream, "I'm not ready yet!" Too late. I hang on to the chain as I swing high up and around. I see that the mountain we're on is higher than I thought. I see that the ravine plunges down to scary depths. Everywhere below is green. It's so beautiful -- so many kinds of green. The blue sky comes closer to me and I let go of the swing to join it.