i want to swing in a hammock, limbs
entwined, and slow
see the leaves and their geometries
know that my children are nourished
full-bellied and warm with bare
feet and bright eyes
want my sad to erase
in plump fruit and salt air
the callus of dry, too dry,
and long so lone
away and now instead
some love a love big
love
that wraps around me and children
all.