Thursday, February 24, 2011

the nest


in the time i've been given
i've gathered
the fallen leaves
rough-edged twigs
and colourful threads of experience
carefully weaving them
into the nest i know as myself

and still
somehow
life finds its way
through the little spaces
that in my haste
i didn't draw together tightly enough

16 comments:

Linda Sue said...

Looks pretty tight and sturdy- it's a marvelous nest- yourself...

* said...

I get this completely. Beautiful, words well gathered, nesting here on the page.

The Weaver of Grass said...

I love the way winter exposes all those hidden nests Steven - then for a while one can see just how cleverly constructed they are.

steven said...

linda sue - i'm actually alright with the light shining through the cracks, the wind whistling by the little openings... most of the time. steven

steven said...

terresa thankyou. as weaver says in the next comment - i love that winter exposes these incredible creations - both bird-made and person-made! steven

steven said...

weaver - it is plain and simple incredible to me and when i am with other people and pojnt them out they are also in wonder at how with such little beaks they can constrcut these incredible structures. steven

Ruth said...

Yes, life happens to you. It's important to remain porous, and not too tightly woven.

Bonnie Zieman, M.Ed. said...

Lovely metaphor steven.

steven said...

ruth - i agree. there times when i think i need to keep much at bay but in the long term i see the need for challenges. steven

steven said...

thankyou very much bonnie. steven

Pauline said...

I like the idea of spaces where life can get in!

Valerianna said...

Thank you, Steven, another very resonant piece!

Reya Mellicker said...

Ah, wouldn't it be boring if nothing could get through?

Such a beautiful image. Made me smile.

Dan Gurney said...

Hey steven, how funny. I often point out to my kindergartners that I'm not clever enough to weave twigs into a nest with my mouth. That insight (with the help of spider webs) were my point of entry into realizing the endless wonder and mystery of life.

I've yet to see a human nest that doesn't have its cracks and spaces. Sooner or later life/light gets in.

Tess Kincaid said...

I'm always fascinated by nests, how carefully and skillfully woven by our little friends.

Jo said...

Charming photos, words, and metaphor!

Like older human homes with character and interest (i.e. uneven floorboards, ceiling cracks, broken mouldings), where would the charm reside in a perfect bird dwelling?