seems to me I’m putting a lot of faith

in two loops and a hastily recreated slipknot
(should’ve read the instructions first)
(DEVOUTLY)
the birds appear to agree
mocking me with their cheerful chatter
peeking cautiously as they hop by
I chirp back that I’m just grateful
to be suspended between the earth & sky
I’m worn from carrying my own weight
(some of us weren’t blessed with wings y’all)
(so unless you plan to head up to heaven &
ask a higher power to quit declining my calls)
this hammock will have to do for ascension