March1Poem: Home (abecedarian)

Home

Is birdhouses and broken
bird bodies buried carefully - coddled
between bulbs of clematis and daffodil,
shoe-boxed, decaying and eaten by the earth-
worms and the fungi.
See the feet and faces of the garden’s firs, see them
borrow the carbons and
proteins from broken
bird bodies - and become
bird, featherless, glideless,
hushed, infinitely useful, jade-leafed
half-bird moleculed, chimerally skinned,
feathered infinitesimally between bark-cell and
bark-cell, and inside, the soft stringy wood and soft
stringy heart muscle is kin, beating, mollified by quietude
into slow mumphs, numb throbs.


-Rae