It’s interesting being in a hammock.
Because most of the time you’re not.
In it, I mean.
There’s the bit where you are trying to get into it;
And you pull the side down
and nearly get your leg over it
but can’t quite bring yourself to lift the other leg and
roll in
in case it turns right over and lands you on the grass again.
Then there’s the bit when you are trying to get out of it:
And you push the side down
And nearly get your leg over it
But can’t quite bring yourself to lift the other leg and
roll off
in case it turns right over and lands you on the grass again.
But the bit in the middle when you are in it
And rocking
And eating an ice cream
And the leaves in the tree above you are all shifty and shining
And the sun glints through them
And your toes are warm..
That’s cool.