Published in / Opublikowane w: The Blue Nib (38)
Date of publication / Data publikacji: June, 2019
ANXIETY
I am a hammock hung in a small garden
between two wooden poles
erected at opposite ends.
I blush all orange and grey,
tightly hugging two metal hooks,
rubbing them with black rope.
I swing back and forth
gently (or not),
sometimes nauseatingly.
I get wet with the rain
or with water from the hose.
I like brushing against the potted mint.
Or sage.
I can be tricky to get into,
even trickier to get out of.
I am a cocoon
padded with blankets and cushions,
cosy and stifling.
Come in to me,
be in the sun and out of the sun.
Sway.
