words: Nesting

NESTING

 

wall

kindle

fragile

flight

 

This morning, something— a gesture?

a word? a scrap of dream?—kindled

a yen for flight beyond   

these walls of age and time 

and choices made. But I remain, 

grounded in every sense, rooted

in a garden of my own construction.

 

A robin is building her nest

outside the window of the room

where I write, shaping the sticks

and grass with her muddy breast.

In the budding lilac, her mate sings.

If fates and jays agree, nestlings shall fledge,

fragile as imagined wings.

2 comments on “words: Nesting

  1. Christine Lee Moore says:

    I love this. Especially the ending.

  2. Thanks. I was pretty happy with it, too. The process: the first stanza just came, and that last line. And it sat there for several days, until I saw the robin building her nest. Then I realized I could do another stanza, using that last line. I love the way the brain works.

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