From eggs
the size
of small
jelly beans
come these
two beaks
that peak
beyond the
edge—today
they save
me, these
two tiny
wingless things.
Even this
bruised heart
remembers how
to marvel.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, hope, hummingbird, nature, nest, poem, poetry on July 6, 2019| Leave a Comment »
From eggs
the size
of small
jelly beans
come these
two beaks
that peak
beyond the
edge—today
they save
me, these
two tiny
wingless things.
Even this
bruised heart
remembers how
to marvel.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged healing, nest, poem, poetry, wound on November 18, 2017| Leave a Comment »
the only thing
that matters
is the wound—
from a dark nest
comes gold
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged caregiving, nest, poem, poetry on November 1, 2017| 1 Comment »
how fragile you are—
I make my body
into a nest
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged home, nest, poem, poetry on May 29, 2016| 3 Comments »
The heart is like
this small brown bird
who finds in the lawn
a bit of dead grass
and flies it away
to build her nest—
sometimes it takes
so little to build
something beautiful.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged emptiness, nest, poem, poetry, staying on March 8, 2015| 2 Comments »
I find a deserted nest
just big enough to carry
in one hand—
it is beautiful, this emptiness,
so beautiful I want to hold it.
Somewhere else, a great migration.
I cradle the wreath of dried grass.
It is another kind of journey
to stay.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged allowing, nest, poem, poetry on September 24, 2014| 2 Comments »
inspired by The Nest by Teddy Macker
Teach me, world, to weave
a nest with whatever scraps I find—
sticks, dry grass, old thread,
twine, barbed wire, plastic bags,
the sad headlines of war. Teach
me to make a haven out of mud
and shit and thistle down, a cozy
space, just room enough, no more.
And then, though I’ll grow comfortable,
teach me to fly away from whatever
comfort I’ve made—not because
I think I’m going somewhere better,
but because there is a rising
in the blood that says go. Teach
me to take nothing but my song
and the silence inside each note.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged haiku, love, nest, not knowing, poems, poetry on March 27, 2012| 2 Comments »
One hand weaves new threads
into the nest, the other
slowly pulls them out
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged haiku, love, nest, poems, poetry, refuge, vulnerability on March 25, 2012| 5 Comments »
Above the deep river
on the slenderest branch—
a nest.