My Hammock

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
July/August 2016

By Anamaria Grieco

Still.
Suddenly, a
sweet song,
a lullaby.

Swinging now.

A hush
a shush
a soft touch
caressing my
sharp elbows,
my shivering toes,
my rounded cheeks.

Swinging now,

Swathed in
silken material
hush, hush, hush
Goodnight sun
alone
but content
not lonely
several long seconds…

Swinging now.

Stars smile at me
sprinkling light
Each star, its own
star
like snowflakes.
Individuals.

Swinging now.

I sleep
dreams tiptoeing
across my mind
slippered feet sliding
silently.
I sleep
Safe in my hammock.

Swinging now

My Hammock Anamaria Grieco

Anamaria Grieco, 13
Brookline, Massachusetts

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