What a strange thing to hop on a plane in very winter Wisconsin and land in tropical Florida for a week. My favorite part of the week (besides chat/games time with friends) was the sunsets from the boat and evening hammock time reading a book. Our hostess, Diane, taught me how to rock with a string on my foot. “Sway” ended up being resilience in this little poem. Enjoy and sway.
View from a Hammock
I sway
Palms away
Tide comes in
Tide goes out
Breeze runs by
with the lizards.
There was a hurricane here
five months ago.
The land carries on
the bee hives recover
the cardinal calls.
All passes
blue skies
and gray.
Sway
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