Blanket

Rolling clouds, un-carded wool.
She's weaving a blanket.
Spun with fingers old and deliberate,
A juniper trunk hand.

The loom?
Sandstone, ancient ocean:
layered, slabbed, cracked.
The material water-sun softened
desert varnish and color changing
crypto soil stained.

She swaddles us up, safe and soft.
We dwell-sleep in her work,
cradled, caressed, cajoled,
into knowing
into true faith believing.
We
are
loved.