I want to be held by each moment
as the arms of branches cradle a nest,
as the center of that nest, lined with
the cottony seeds of milkweed, creates
a cushion for eggs, for the hunger
of hatchlings. I want to make of each
passing minute a safe place for myself
and everyone around me, twig by twig
building a life that shelters others beneath
my strong wings. I want to seek only
what feeds us, what softens the world-
like thistledown, like clipped grass,
like feathers plucked from the underside
of my own body.
--James Crews
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