When we played jacks as children
we were crashing planets into planets
mimicking the birth of the cosmos
acting as The Hand that might lift us.
When we jumped ropes in rhymes
we were intuiting string theory,
leaping in and out of existence
hoping we’d never slip, and trip.
The swings, in short order,
allowed us to feel in our bodies
the history of an oscillating earth
spun around an insatiable axis.
We would invent games later
that aped war, land acquisition,
separation, rape, competition
that doles out praise’s resource.
But, for the moment we played
like jazz musicians on the first take
blowing our best breath, uncovering
the turns in which we were made.