When I
Was a Songbird
“Once upon a time, when women were birds,
there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was
to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten,
that the world is meant to be celebrated.”
― Terry Tempest Williams, "When
Women Were Birds"
Once I
was a barn swallow,
nearly
eight years old,
a
mother many times.
It was
almost over, my bird-life,
my
nesting,
my
teaching fledglings to fly.
That last spring of mine,
I swooped over patchwork towns and gardens,
I swooped over patchwork towns and gardens,
over woods
and meadowlands,
searching
for a snug barn where I’d nested one summer.
It was
no longer there,
the homely
cobwebbed place where we’d raised our young.
A human
or two had torn it down;
the
barn gone, the fields fenced.
Houses
side by side by side.
Before,
there'd been pasture, a farm—
black
and white cows,
a
scowling, snorting bull,
hens
clucking and flapping, roosters strutting,
cloistered
owls, hawks hunting,
danger—
and oaks for sanctuary.
and oaks for sanctuary.
This time, I flew for hours,
sizing up niches for possibility.
sizing up niches for possibility.
No abode
for me.
Only
the children noticed my swoop over their fenced yards.
They
heard my homeless song,
and
looked up with moist, mirroring eyes.
I
wanted to sing something
to
sadden the offspring of my home-wreckers,
a
bitter song—or even angry. . .
Then, I
saw their round, unfeathered faces,
their tender
cheeks, the color of clay I'd use to fasten my nest,
their
eyes larger than my eggs.
My
heart went out to them,
my thimble-sized heart,
weightless in men's hands,
but as expansive as a star.
So, I sang to heal this world,
to heal
the flightless, featherless ones,
the
ones who buy up the earth,
who
dirty their dwelling places,
who
fence in their children,
and
cage us birds.
I sang
to heal my homelessness,
because
if you
can sing when you rise,
you’re
halfway home—
and
then,
if you
can sing again
as the sun disappears,
you’re
home all the way.
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by Claire Germain Nail, June 2016
Most beautiful in the way that I could visualize and feel it all. Thank you dear, Claire. Your blog will be part of my daily reading.
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