Held 1

Swallow in the Farmhouse, 2020

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Swallow in the farmhouse 

 

Nebraska morning                                            I was still in bed 

Smell of mold and grass

Creeping bugs                                                  silent        

 

She ran into our room

Through dusty sunlight

Small bird in hands                                           unmoving

 

Happy to show me

To know me

How I care for                                                   small things

And hold them gently                                       in my hands

 

Swallows                                                           flew 

In the bedroom.

Trapped in the kitchen                                      back and through

Hit the fly-filled walls,                                        the windows

 

Escape

From a room                                                      so beat and worn

With doors                                                         always open

Were we inside or outside?

 

Held safely here,                                               constrained

I took her out                                                     under my care

To let her go                                                      into the sunset 

We’d watch                                                       from every angle

 

Flat land and sky

Still wondering                                                  where she’s flown

If she remembers

Fledgling 


 

You found me on the sidewalk with a broken wing, small and fragile. 

Held me in one hand and I didnt move.

 

Touch that brings comfort and fear

 

Walls that protect and isolate.

Held 3

Fledgling, 2020

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Held 3

Hold for the first time

 

Little feathers tickling my palms,

Tiny warm feet hang on to my pinky 

as if to never let go.

Heart racing as you sink,

Fear that brings comfort

To know that you need me,

You’ll stay.

Hold for the First Time, 2020

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Home holds in place

Familiar comfort

Hope for the unchanging

A safety within four walls

 

Keeping only what we know

Leaving out what we don’t need

In these walls we are asleep