The poem was by vicky wilson, a participant in e our upia retreat this year. The last line, which is heart breaking, achieves a surplus of emotion and meaning that shouldn't be possible in a mere 17 syllables. How the poet has chosen a symbol of transcendent childhood joy and given it a devastating twist. I've read a lot of empty swing iko and hiku, about swings that were still. This was the only one with a child in it. And it is all the more sorrowful because of that. Of course, the assigned season word was swing for spring, a spring season word. That's what i wrote about that poem at the etreat