The Teeter Totter

Teeter totter

sits

alone

rusty yet willing.

 
The teeter totter...

Teeter totter.

sits

alone

neurotically listing,

one cold toe

upon the ground.

Her other

coyly

pointed aloft.

Larger looking

by some

quirky

vector perspective.

 
Her fulcrum pointed

perpetually skyward

awaiting

a weight.

A wiggle.

A wobble.
 

Back and forth

Back and forth

imperceptible

from afar

yet

heaving and wrenching

from within.
 

The teeter totter

Teeter totter.

alternately

cajoled and caressed

by

The lonely rider.

The only rider

to want to come out

 to want to come out

and play today.

The Wind.
 

The Wind

is.
 

The Wind

is

blowing across the barnyard

unseen by

bifocaled, rheumy eyes

yet

heard aloud

in

squeaks and groans

shrieks and moans

that

haunt and inhabit

inhabit and haunt

the

Teeter totter.

Teeter totter.