HAMMOCK STRINGS       (4-17-1994; Galveston Island Texas)n a

   
     
spring birds sing    
wind chimes ring    
a sleepy breeze    
comes over me    
as i cocoon myself away    
so effortlessly disconnected    
from timeless hours    
especially when    
i need to most    
now peacefully cradled      
so weightlessly away    
i drift suspended
in all these tranquil    
hammock strings    
which have recently    
become    
a sudden    
healing necessity    
in my life    
especially when    
i need them most    
in which    
i sail off    
into such gentle    
soothing dreams    
wherein waves dance    
rhythmically    
throughout my head    
and being    
in early morning light    
out across    
beyond    
these broad  vast waters    
of this open gulf    
upon it s living    
hypnotic sea    
of broken  dancing
mirrors sparkling    
where deep in trance    
vibrationally seduced    
i m pulled away    
to and into    
my very own    
much too brief    
but still so  
desperately needed    
escapist s healing respite s    
temporary vanishing s    
slow  sweet    
blessed relief  
away  
from everything    
from all i am    
for however short or long  
away in body  
away in mind  
away in all my senses  
yet it often comes to this  
increasingly for me  
these days  
especially when    
i need it most  
it s there nearby  
to rescue me  
it always saves my day  
however bad or good   
still nonetheless    
for me at least    
it s still  
one of the    
simpler  sweetest    
ways and means    
of necessary    
letting go    
into peaceful    
temporary vanishing    
i have ever    
found or    
known