Each Braided Bit a Story

Home

Such roots as I have

are woven into a nest borne with me 

from place to place.

Delicate and fiercely capable, both; 

It can bear the wild whip-crack of rain

until it passes and meanwhile remember 

the cool sun-filled winds that will come

to dry and fresh bless this home

that has grown with me; each braided bit 

having told its story, adding to height or girth

or the number of windows and doors.

Windows and doors:

There are more of those now, affording a freedom 

of movement within and with-out. 

I have learned too

that once set into their jambs,

they can both help keep the rain at bay

while also letting 

the light, the light, the light

inside.

And the birdsong of neighbors; and 

the whispers between moon and comet.

Kimberly M. King, RSCJ