Thursday, May 16, 2013

I live
insular
3-6 months a year.
So many days and nights away
among strangers and friends.
New streams found,
unfamiliar fields
of light and darkness.

Yesterday, looking out
the studio, I saw a
song sparrow.

She clung to the screen,
looking in.

It's spring.

Am I digging up roots
or planting them?