thanks to They Might Be Giants

“What’s a soul,

and how do you build a bird house

in it?”

My soul ached then,

as he built a space

larger than the sky:

the bluest wonder widened

within, opening his nascent world

to dawn’s infinite chorus,

and I rose with the song

to a dance

I had thought forgotten.

When did I lose such trust

in the fragile

feathers of love?

(November 14, 2021)