Monday, August 2, 2010

carrier pigeons

I wrote this last year right about this time:

like tiny words that make you cry

I am at the moment obsessed with homing pigeons and the dreamy thoughts
that they carried thin slips of paper
with words
with messages
with secrets
and always knew their way home
from anywhere really
innate abilities

we always find our way home
to our nest
to our mate
to our place
even across snare traps and rocky terrain
we always know the way back to the arms that hold us
like it must have felt when our mothers did so many years ago
we always know how to get there if we just go

I dream like a carrier pigeon
and I shoot straight to you
straight to you
wings beat down and tired
but my message is here for you to read
like tiny words that make you cry

I love looking back on my blog
Don't you?
Sometimes you find comfort.


Grumpy but sweet said...


Heather of the EO said...


And yes.

I just heart you. I hope we get to chat a while this week.


Heather of the EO said...

Oh. That last person was me, not logged in.

Elizabeth @claritychaos said...

*you* are dreamy.

Anonymous said...

I love reading your poetry :)


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