From the Poetic Asides blog:

For today’s prompt, write a swing poem. Sure, there are park swings and mood swings; there’s swing music and swing dancing; and there are swingers. Some people swing one way; others swing another. In politics, there are swing votes and swing states. And many people have swung a bat, an ax, and/or a hammer in their lifetimes.

I love to fall
not just in love,
I launch myself
from the swing
and at the apex
of my parabola,
for a mere moment,
I am falling
like an astronaut,
except they never hit the ground
and I tend to throw up.