Nest’s Edge
My life is becoming ‘objective’
As outward it bursts from this shell;
My journey is now pressing forward,
Released from those tight days of hell.I see life more distantly standing
Before me wherever I go –
Not inside, but outside dynamics
I see from just outside its flow.Yet call to ‘get in it’ arises
As I write these poems today;
‘No fun on the banks of the river –
Jump in, Stu, and enter the fray’.The longing for flight in new robins
Each spring matches mother’s request:
Spread wings, and explorer all nature,
Quite soon or get boot from her nest.Whichever – the birds soon are winging
Their way to protection on ground,
From predators lurking to eat them
For breakfast, if they hang around.I feel like those robins of springtime
As I get back up on my feet,
And laugh at myself and my troubles –
The dawning of day now I greet.Swift kick from my mom speeds the process
As off to blue yonder I fly;
Not sure what the future is holding
For me and my kin ’fore I die.A love of sweet comfort runs through me,
(Preferring soft life on the shelf),
But deadly it is if I linger –
Far better to try flight myself.navigation