Sunday, May 5, 2013

Home is Here

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

In the black walnuts, newly leafing, warblers flit
and swish about, testing the age of my ear
and long-term memory. American redstart, northern parula,
yellow-throated. Oh, and there’s a blue-grey
gnatchatcher scit-scatting. Wiggle, left, right, left, right.
I wonder: What is this place to them? Do they have a name for it?

Home? Not home?

On that day when they all decide to come northward,
does one of them suddenly chip, “Let’s go home!” Or, is that 
something they sing in sonnet form before heading South?

If only I was more fluent in little bird languages.

After considerable pondering,

I decide these might be migratory bodhisattvas:
beings who have learned to live exquisitely in the moment.
Home is here. Home is there. It’s a nest, a branch,
a piece of sky – with or without clouds. Maybe
it’s the edge of a stream when taking a drink or a bath, or
a ceramic vessel that some kind soul placed in their garden
because they love brightly colored things that fly and give
sweet verse.

Maybe I am over thinking this.

Cerulean. Worm-eating. Black-throated green.

Naughty cowbird.

Here. In this tree. For a moment.

Maybe I could be present too.



© 2013-2015/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Wild Life: New and Selected Poems" (

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