A pair of doves has come to nest across
my window as I uproot my home here;
they’re building up theirs twig by twig by twig
as I find ways to optimise my loss.
Not just me though who’s moving out this year –
so many are – for reasons small or big.
As I move out, the doves are moving in.
As we move out, the birds, the beasts, the bugs
can breathe a little easy, find some room;
reclaim a bit of space for themselves
as we wrap up the picture frames and rugs.
The world, I believe, abhors a vacuum
on every level - floors and ledges and shelves,
and as we end our stint, the doves begin.
I will not see those fledgelings grow and fly –
these are my last few weekends behind these walls
these windows looking out on raffia palms
their spikes tethering a truncated sky
flailing between new towers and nightfalls.
I’ve wished myself elsewhere often, for the charms
of the sunset splashed vastness of a river.
But now the certain knowledge of leave taking
crumbs the whole with a patina, a glaze
of yearning for a few days beyond the date -
just to catch the doves finish what they’re making
to witness the mother raise what she lays.
But we always leave too early or too late -
our timings always off by a sliver.
We witness neither the new life come in nor
can hold the hands of dear ones that depart,
we’re pinned to our places in the world
by pathways, pandemics or proxy war,
mere spectators as nests empty or start -
some lives undone as new ones are unfurled
somewhere behind us helpless, beyond our range.
The doves meanwhile - she sits quiet through the days,
her nest on the ledge is not too impressive -
just a loose mass, a crude bed of twigs and straw;
her partner comes and goes, he rarely stays;
they too are pinned in place, made as submissive
as we are but without our perverse flaw
of constantly chafing at, yet wishing, change.
Thank you for your patience if you've read till the end. I don't normally put up three part poems, stick to one part here, but this felt incomplete after I put in just part one. Appreciate your feedback on the effectiveness of keeping to one or the whole, what works better for you?
And a special thanks to Ramblin' with AM who shared last week's poem. Always great to get that endorsement and a leg up! Especially since I am not on Twitter.
Have a peaceful and fun week.