I received a comment from a visitor of my
photography site. It read:
“at the edge, but she looks like she does not want
to fly”
Here is the photo:
And that reminded me of a poem by Christopher Logue:
Come
to the edge.
We
might fall.
Come
to the edge.
It’s
too high!
COME
TO THE EDGE!
And
they came,
And
he pushed,
And
they flew.
… Years ago, a robin made her nest atop our entry
door. We watched her patient and maternal behavior till the chicks came out of
the eggs. We gave them names, but kept our distance to not interfere with
nature.
And one day, each bird took their first fly out of
the nest.
And then we were left with an empty nest upon our door.
… Thinking more about Logue’s poem, I believe that
most humans do not take their flight voluntarily. They are pushed by joy, pain,
love or simple curiosity. And even then, most of us cannot fly well.
But we always leave an empty nest behind, atop
someone’s door. Often someone who did not know we built a nest or took our
flight.
That nest is built to remain empty.
That nest is built to remain empty.
March 30, 2018
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017
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