I’m swayin’

Watchin’ the waves wavin’

They rise and fall as I move back and forth

I’m not sure if I’m headed south or north

For though I sway

The world and its worries are at bay

I’m at ease

I’m suspended over the sea

With a book in my lap and in my hand a cup of coffee

I’m not sky divin’

Or in an airplane flyin’

No, I’m partially reclinin’

Encased

In my nostrils and eyes are the ocean and its air – or at least a taste

It’s both thrilling and chilling dangling over the Atlantic

From my balcony

Through the soft nylon windows of my hammock