hAmMoCk

Between two tall coconut trees the other day, I laid down on a hammock. Between the warm afternoon sun and my book, I fell asleep on the hammock. Between the crashing of waves and whispers of the wind, I weaved cotton-candy dreams on the hammock.

Like a fish caught out of water, I lay in the netted hammock. Like a coward who fears life, I fretted about lying in the netted hammock. Like a child exploring the world, I took in the wonders of lying in the netted hammock.

And for that moment, I felt peace hug me.