In a hammock overlooking the Missouri
Weightlessness feels like a suspension in time.
The sway from the breeze marking the seconds
Only so slightly.
Energy sweats from the great force below us
While forgotten debris drifts in its embrace.
Kissed by the river’s great sigh of breath
Tender but certain of its presence
My face leans in for a stronger caress.
I think to myself
What a lovely afternoon to spend
Weightless and over the river.
Skarface 