sitting in a hammock on a windy day

by Emily Tong

the young leaves find me squinting through
and tilt back up towards the sky. i
see sun through them
now. i, myself, find
there is no one to push me so
i start myself
and let the wind do the rest.

i reckon that, if i were to die,
in the here and now of this exact spot,
i would want them to sew me
into my hammock (just like a
sailor, i would castaway, cast
away and lie forever here, staring at the sun)
and take me to the sea.
the clouds are not unlike the
ocean, you know.


Posted on 07/01/2008
Copyright © 2022 Emily Tong

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/02/08 at 12:46 PM

...i like, i like...heavy [good] introspection...

Posted by Samiah Haque on 07/27/11 at 05:14 PM

yes. (there are no words, this poem is beautiful)

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