Our Hammock - Poem by Robert Hiers
I can picture lying in a hammock with you, watching the seasons change
The catenary curve cradling us together.
The hash marks tattooing our skin are a small price to pay for our cocoon.
With a blanket and cocoa, we would give thanks, exchange gifts, and welcome the New Year. With silly frozen drinks we would ooh and ah with the fireworks and the stars. With sweaters on we could watch the birds leave or return, and hide to watch the neighborhood ghouls.
I want to hold you in the ropes of my own arms, as the ropes of the hammock encircle us both. As many fiestas and siestas as we have left, I would watch with you, and celebrate each one
Swaying gently together.
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