On Turning Ten

By myself
Sitting
Swinging
Thinking
I pump my legs
the swing moves
People walk by
…Not a friend
…Not my friends
…Not my friend
There’s one, there

He’s getting very high
I am not that good
at swinging
But there are other things

Now at home
Sitting
Swinging
Thinking
The swing moves
I pump my legs
People prance by
…A friend
…My friends
…My friend
There's many, here

I want to jump
Too afraid
Some girl jumps
She gets hurt
So I will wait
till the swing slows
Slows more
More still
Stops.