ex.tension

during childhood, I began to collect fragments, mostly eggs shells,
blue robin eggs, fallen from the barn rafters.

these days I stare at the sky, laying on my back,
waiting for something new to fall.

crack open. crumble in my hands.
my hands are ready to build with fragile pieces.

yesterday,
in a ditch i found a baby bird to craddle,
sing lulla-byes to.