This hammock
Hung in our peaceful, breezy backyard. Hung where my best friends and I make what will be some of my favorite memories. Hung with thin rope tied in loose knots on high branches. Hung in half an hour. I’m mostly sure the sloppy knots will still hold, but I’m a goner if they don’t so my shoulders stay just a little tense, my eyes stay just a little open. If I could just know for sure, I could rest completely. Laying here I realize that I have no idea what either of those feel like.