This is the Living’s work.
A chickadee
takes a bit of twig
up in his beak.
The feathers on his head
are wet, like jagged
points on a crown.
I watch him, involved
in his art of nesting.
He comes to this craft
after rain, wind
tossed his lover’s nest.
He goes about building
it back again;
stitching strands
into hailstones,
weaving his time
in the world
out of carried threads.
The Living’s work comes
easily to him –
easily as a hand to a pen.
A chickadee
takes a bit of twig
up in his beak.
The feathers on his head
are wet, like jagged
points on a crown.
I watch him, involved
in his art of nesting.
He comes to this craft
after rain, wind
tossed his lover’s nest.
He goes about building
it back again;
stitching strands
into hailstones,
weaving his time
in the world
out of carried threads.
The Living’s work comes
easily to him –
easily as a hand to a pen.
–Matthew Haughton,
Bee-coursing Box
Accents Publishing
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