Birds Nest in Winter Treetop Exposed

by Noble K Thomas - February 2nd, 2009

It must have first come into being
On some random spring day,

A long stubborn process, some instinct being satisfied,

Twig by twig, stick by stick,
A busy beaked bird desiring a temporary home.

This sod bowl tapestry wedged high into the sky.

And then came the fragile white jewels,
Thin-skinned eggs protecting a brewing inner world, until

                     tap – tap – tap – CRACK

Then tweet – tweet – how sweet?
Now off you go and beat those tiny wings!

All through the summer
It stayed hidden in the plush of fluttering green,

And then through autumn,
As the wind hacked away at the dwindling camouflage
Concealing an abandoned artifact.

Now I see your remains
Revealed by time as nature recedes,

And I wonder what else is out there,
Undetected but real all the same.

Still unheard because of all the clatter,
Still unseen because of all the clutter,

Perhaps something wonderful is out there,
Flourishing within quiet solitude,
Patient as the filling moon,

Waiting for our arrival.

Birds nest in winter treetop exposed,

Awaiting not the return of the bird,

But acknowledgement by the seeking man.