the first two and last three lines

a slip
in the fibrous tethers

like

mud
waiting to be
dirt, again

sound
chilled by a passing shadow

hurt
felt,

wells next to water

owls appearing

Wednesday
attempting a tomorrow

"you were only waiting for this moment to arise"

there is sun
the sky is closer to me
there is sun again
i am a hammock swinging on a thread of time
on tippy-toes
to and fro