You Swing, You Ride, You Rest

you swing slowly in a cotton rope
hammock
under the fulgent white barked lemon leafed
sycamore
eyes mystified
the stars incomprehensible
emerging from the ocean, dripping brine
and sand
tickled by the tide and stung by a
jellyfish
you are the flag of your nation,
waving

riding your bike through thirty weight rainfall
thick, viscous water falling perpendicular
biking slow motion all wet perfection
the putty puddles and the liquid air,
eyes mystified
the rain incomprehensible

resting in the green grass
hollow
under a giant water oak
the sun brilliant and solemn
an inscrutable warmth bathes
your crazy legs