355/365

a wisp of a nest,
meticulously secured
to a finger thin branch
of the resurrected bougainvillea,
blows precariously in the
afternoon wind. as the two
tiny yellow birds, back from
a year of where ever they’ve been,
work tirelessly in tandem gathering
materials from the neighbourhood
to build a safe haven for what i’ll
assume will be the most indiscernible
egg with a translucent shell.

last year the nest blew away before
they were ready. my wife wants to help
by erecting a shield or offering twine,
but you can’t mess with evolution.
my daughter, a few weeks, ago
asked about meaning in life-

i wonder where the birds go at night
in the wake of the full moon light.
how much could we love
their invisible new life?

79/365

saturday night

9:47pm

neil young,

harvest,

out on the weekend.

second scotch—

the one i got

from paula

before she left,

wearing her headphones too,

bowers and wilkins,

wearing my new glasses

taking selfies to send to ari.

earlier we watched a movie

with the kids.

there’s a punk riff

i’ve been fiddling with

that might need a drunken run.

earlier in the day

driving skye to a friend’s house

we listened to bikini kill and le tigre

she played the beastie boys,

i need to watch no direction home

again soon. maybe show the kids.

i knew early on

that it will always be

music and words

and may be a little booze

but mostly words and music

and stories and yearning

and music and words and films

and watching the humming bird

build that nest.

“i wonder if they both build it.”

“ i bet the female does it all by herself,”

mairin says as i watch the tiny bird

gather supplies.

“i think for many birds,

it’s actually the male who makes the nest.”

i wanted it to be true so bad

so as to validate my existence.

each female selects the nest site,

gathers the nesting materials,

and builds the nest entirely on her own.

the awareness is there.

the desire is there.

the attempt is there.

but somehow

i still come up short

helping to make

that fucking nest.

music and words

and may be a little booze

but mostly words and music.