sky ladder

They were just monkey bars and swings. Childhood memories in oak and steel.

But if you turn your head just right, tilt it back, look up.  See the sky ladder?

Because isn’t that the point of swings and monkey bars? To get our feet off the ground. To make us forget that gravity keeps us here.

Can you feel it? When the swing’s arc propels you, when you hang in mid-air, so that the only thing keeping you on earth is two metal chains or your own two hands?

Climb the ladder. Reach out your arms farther.

You’re almost there.