Nesting Birds (poem)
- Rei
- Apr 24
- 1 min read
Updated: 5 days ago
a poem about the ebbs and flows of life, with two blue jays as my source of inspiration
Two jays find their home
on a branch of the sole oak upon my treelawn
as my neighbor hammers a wooden pole into hers
with a sign that she soon hopes will say “SOLD”.
I pick up scattered sticks from my backyard
and place them in a pile on my porch
as an offering to the nesting birds
while the empty nester takes her
old patio furniture to the curb—
three timber chairs and an ornate table,
a sun-faded umbrella and several sun catchers,
each on the edge of their seats
as passersby rummage through
a smorgasbord of a past life
and decide their fates:
new sense of belonging
or another casualty
of Friday morning trash pick-up.
Not a single soul sees
the blue birds
just above them
weaving away in
perfect synchrony
apart from me.
Is this what Home
as a state of being feels like?
To sit on my phthalo-blue couch
while peering out of my bay window,
my reveling in life’s eternal ebbs & flows
coming as naturally as birdsong in spring…
I like how this poem is a slightly different style than you normally use. It's a nice change of pace while still keeping the core of your poetic voice.