A woman lies in a brightly woven hammock, strung between two trees, and lets an autumn breeze rock her like a baby. That simple scene is the whole poem, but it opens into something larger. The speaker feels safe and held, and that comfort turns into gratitude, which she describes as a glow spreading out around her.
The poem's turn comes near the end. She doesn't keep the well-being to herself. With each long breath out ("I breathe out and out"), she seems to send it into the world, hoping to soothe people who are grieving. The repeated "out" stretches the line like an exhale.
The mood is calm, warm, and quietly generous. Short lines and gentle sounds mimic the slow sway of the hammock. Rest here isn't selfish: the speaker suggests that when we feel peaceful, we may have something to offer others.