by | Oct 16, 2019 | Poetry

Slowly clouds move white across the sky.
I am neither sleeping nor awake.
The world sways. It is balanced on my eye.
Suddenly, light as light, a butterfly.
I dream it neither sleeping nor awake.
Its wings swing. They balance on my eye.
Then, liquid as light, a dragonfly.
I never dreamed it sleeping or awake,
balanced on the world balanced on my eye.
Finally, lithe as light, you, lovely wi
fe, life’s life while life is sleeping and awake,
come to balance on the balance of my.
HAMMOCK by J.R. Solonche

Photo used under CC.

About The Author


J.R. Solonche is the author of Beautiful Day (Deerbrook Editions), Won’t Be Long (Deerbrook Editions), Heart’s Content (Five Oaks Press), Invisible (nominated for the Pulitzer Prize by Five Oaks Press), The Black Birch (Kelsay Books), I, Emily Dickinson & Other Found Poems (Deerbrook Editions), In Short Order (Kelsay Books), Tomorrow, Today & Yesterday (Deerbrook Editions), True Enough (Dos Madres Press), In a Public Place (Dos Madres Press), If You Should See Me Walking on the Road (Kelsay Books), The Time of Your Life (forthcoming April 2020 from Adelaide Books), The Porch Poems (forthcoming 2020 from Deerbrook Editions), and coauthor of Peach Girl: Poems for a Chinese Daughter (Grayson Books). He lives in the Hudson Valley.