How a Bird Carries
You were small then, a nestling still snug in my arms. In the sky a bird, birds, a great family, and you would point a tiny finger out into the welcoming blue, trying out all the names we had taught you— tee! teee-ee!—you would call with your little bird mouth, the word tree had become bird had become teee-ee!, wild to wild, an animal psalm, the first prayer. Oh, lost language we all once knew—how a bird carries in its being nest carries tree carries light into blue into sky, every name for home all of a piece, one chord one chorus one sound.
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Loving and reverent. So beautiful.