chased from my hammock
in the middle of the day
moments ago gently swinging side to side summer reading in my hands the blur of the trees beyond the covers of my book shielding the sun's light the quiet solitude disturbed occasionally by the flutter of a bird the chirp of a squirrel the buzz of the insects nearby every so often a leaf falling side-to-side in a tailspin towards the ground or a seed popping in the heat crackling and bouncing from branch-to-branch on its descent towards its terrestrial resting place to rise years from now and thrust up towards the sky near the water a few hundred feet away a red-winged blackbird speaks its throaty warning to others gently swaying perhaps atop a cattail among the Lilly pads close to shore the surrounding water nearly flat as a satin sheet awaiting it guest on this peaceful day then out of sight beyond the lip of the hammock the loud-ish sound of a flying insect maybe a wasp
into the tranquility of my hammock something dark came something small but too large to share my space I swept at it but where did it go shifting sideways impossible in a hammock is it beneath me no between my legs I swiped again shifting as best I could it was beneath me out out of the hammock I rolled crashing onto my side thinking a forest floor should be softer then on my knees looking back into the hammock like the neighbour's dog looks back when shooed away nothing just a book no wasp no bug of any sort hmmm a bugaboo hands on my hips looking down chased from my hammock by imagination a pestering illusion a dark knot at the end of the long drawstring to my shorts
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ESTÀS LLEGINT
Refugees of Reason
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