hammock
Rachel Moritz

around the sleeper wraps 
a cocoon we make 

of falling

a woven anchor
suspended between points

each sling of fabric, limbed
from which any number of threads

color the body cared for

the impossible looms of mothers
we came from 

marine swell through shallows

a chariot from which we cannot 
see warships 

a hand fretting what is held

by shadow, mine

roped from the cherry’s fractal

canopy

this divot the sun casts 
on wildness, nearest answering 

eye path of shingles

peaked into little relief

this soma, ancient sea

won’t forget how we wavered here
for centuries