‘An afternoon calm on the river bank,
nothing can break this peace.
Head in the hammock, quiet, soothed,
tropical heat and masterpiece stillness.
There is time and space to think thoughts
but they end up here, in the present.
what to write becomes a task and we have no time to comb your hair or trim my beard.
Alligators and snakes and birds and lizards
and the laughter of monkeys in the distance.
The belly is concentrating on its next meal,
the feet walk on their own.
Eyes glare this way and that
and they’re never full of what glares back at them.
The ears rest on the river sounds
and the hand is searching for what to write:
You are reading a book in the hammock beside me.’