On the Swing

She stood on the swing and dug her fingers into the rough rope and upset the balance of the still swing. Weightless she twisted, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. She stood on the swing and carried the tied ropes along with her to the balance of actions and reactions in a new course, and went up, higher and higher, up to the soft branches, up to the tender branch where the clear light of the sun danced warmly on the surface of its green leaves, higher and higher...