The Hammock

The Hammock, July 2014-KPThe hammock 

hangs in the dark corner of the yard

under the Catalpa tree


I surrender

draping myself on its white woven ropes

legs curled and arms splayed

staring toward the sky.

I give myself

to the lazy rocking motion

on this hot summer day

lulled into my senses.

Out of my head

lost in heart-shaped leaves

that glow emerald green

with captured sunlight.

I close my eyes

listen to the chir of an insect

the tinkling of water in the pond

the rustling of leaves in the wind.

I am here

out of my head and out of my mind

in my body and in the moment

quiet, still and peaceful.

About kp

I am a woman and a mother, a sister and a wife. I have called myself a socialist and a feminist, an environmentalist and an activist, a pagan and an atheist. But, at this stage in my life, none of these labels feel right. I am searching; trying to find an inner calm; trying to make peace with life's disappointments; trying to answer the big questions in my own small life.
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4 Responses to The Hammock

  1. Wonderful poem Kim.. I love to sit on our double swing.. nothing beats that rocking motion to feel the peace of a summer’s day… Loved your photo.. xxx

  2. You captured so beautifully that feeling we have all experienced in which we let it “all” go adn simply decide to be for a moment. I want to sit in this hammock!

  3. Sending you some Summer Love in August Kim.. xxx Hugs Sue

  4. I hope all is well.. sending you some hugs as we begin the Autumn… Enjoy the Golden Season.. xx Sue

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