Every year the robins scope out our porch
seeking shelter for their nest
and every year
they slop twigs and straw and leaves
every which way
and usually the mess-nest
falls
three or four or five times
but they pick all the mess back up
and slop it up against the pillar
which isn't nearly wide enough
for a secure nest
but they are stubborn
and keep at it
and slop some mud in it
to cement it to the
white pillar
and you know I'm going to
compare
this to writing a book, right?
. . .the way I toss this and that
onto the page
hoping it sticks
and sometimes it doesn't
and it makes a mess
but I am stubborn
and I keep at it
cementing those words
to the
white page.
ciao, bellas . . .
xx
