Flapping in the wind,
For quarter of a hour between 8 and 9,
Clouds flow east across the evening sun.
Hammock silk tugs and stretches,
As tree mallow flower spikes sway,
Awaiting her return.
Noodle nests boiled for supper
Seasoned by butter and goats cheese
With Miso, provided for what I need.
Low clouds zip east.
Eyelids closed for an inner volcanic rouge
From solar bound shut eye.
Wind hammock billows
cooling shivers motive to go in.
Bluer above, catching the evening air
Heading out to the Irish Sea.
Cooler chilled back and coughs,
signal a last swing,
Before I unfurl my hammock,
And let my day out end.
Rewarmed in still air inside,
Hisses the drafts of unsteady wind,
Beaufort five and falling,
As mallow lilac flowers wobble,
In the last of the day’s sun.