Custom Builder

Art: Mark Collins
https://markcollinsfineart.com/

My soul was carefully constructed

of two opposing forces. One that

wants to nest, to tend a place of

otherness, the other to fly freely,

everywhere, endlessly.

One can travel, but a suitcase does

not a nest make. One can hope to

nest, but some longings, alas, don’t

land with the same capacities that

desires take flight.

The robin in the pine with last season’s

grasses clumped and streaming from

her beak is nesting.  I adore this. I adore

my memories of robin nests discovered:

The deep, mud-fiber bowls that hold

beautiful sky-blue eggs, maybe five, then

cheeping nestlings that beg for parental

deliveries all day long, then nothingness.

The robin is common, yes.

Springtime nesting is predictable, yes.

Yet, there is always magic, yes. Always.

As a child I was told that somewhere,

out there, there resides a great custom

builder.

All my life, I’ve wondered:

Does he have a plan for me and,

if so, is it ordinary enough to become

something magical?

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From a book collaboration with artist Mark Collins
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