This is My Happy Poem
by Kimberly Phinney
Our three flashlights in hand
all go out
when we arrive
for our “small adventure,”
as she calls it.
We need nothing but
the rock-salt moon
in full glow,
peppered by the clouds
in our midnight home.
Upside down perspectives
make us free and young
(again).
We pump our legs,
and our high-pitched shrieks
echo in a chorus of sound and stars
against our quiet town.
He pushes her.
Her fair ponytail bobs
against the black drapes of sky.
I am quiet
(and smile to myself)
as I move through the air.
We are swinging in the dark.
And I am alive.