If I Grow Up...(5)

If I grow up I want to be a hammock

On a sandy beach under a white gold sun

In a cool salty breeze.

I want to sway to the song of children's laughter

Seabird's cries and the percussion of waves

Striking a perpetual rhythm on the shoreline.

I want to be securely tied to a living breathing support system

Protected from the harshest of the midday's rays and

Lifted far enough to stay above the dirt

Empty or full, serenely swaying or

Wildly wobbling with a precarious load.

I want all the twists

All the knots and tangles

To work together for a purpose

Making me better equipped

To bear precious and beautiful things.

I want you to put your head back and close your eyes

Confident that I will not drop you

Any gaps or tears have been

Addressed and mended and there is

No chance that I will let you will fall through them

I will not let you down

I will not fail you.

I want to be wide and open

With plenty of room for you and any baggage that you bring

A pillow for your head

A blanket for when the sun goes down

And the ocean cools the land again and

The canopy of stars above us

Changes the music of the day

From a dance to a lullaby.

I want to be both soft and strong

To stretch and bear weight without fraying and

Still recover to my true self

Able to accommodate your desire to move and to be still

To be at play and also at rest.

When you are ready to leave the

Crazy, the busy, the complex and chaotic world behind...

I want to be the place you dream of coming to.

If I grow up I want to be a hammock.