Art: Mark Collins
Do you remember it, being tucked in? Secure.
Afraid of nothing. Faithful. There was a trust
in something greater, wasn’t there? To be held.
Something so big from something so simple.
At bedtime, did you request it?
“Tuck me in, please.”
“Please, tuck me in.”
So, the barred owl was there in the beech,
tucked in, peering outward to the world
with dark round eyes that I couldn’t quite figure,
but there was something big and meaningful
behind them, maybe something pained, and I
thought about things that I hadn’t been thinking
about, not before the owl:
How sometimes we need to be held tightly,
and for long enough. Long enough is so
How as an adult it can seem so very hard to
get tucked in. Maybe there’s a hug, yes. But,
is it long enough?
How it seems we’ve lost our trust, maybe
our faith in something greater, a caring
something. Caring is so important.
There is a longing I know well.
I think about being tucked in and
wonder: could this be our animal
Do we, all of us, need to know
that we are being held?
And, do we need to trust that it
will be for long enough?
© 2018/Jamie K. ReaserA book collaboration in progress with artist Mark Collins
"Tucked In" has been accepted into the Birds In Art Exhibition
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