Ecstasy, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
The Hurdy-Gurdy plays as I enter.
Secured, not sure what to expect.
In stride, the ride departs command center.
Sitting forcibly back, I am erect.
Wisp of a warmly breeze puts me at ease,
Muscles loose, I feel the serenity.
Climbing steadily up beyond the trees,
Looking out I can see eternity.
Feeling joy to be in the open air.
A sudden stop, quickly I look around.
My heart deeply beating, my nostrils flare.
Looking down, thoughts of crashing to the ground.
Eyes glued open to capture all the glee,
Now that is the feeling of ecstasy.