She has feathered her nest <br /> with things found and forgotten <br />unwanted scraps and trappings of every kind <br />From garage sale to garbage dump, <br />the dregs and rinds left behind <br /> will make a sturdy domicile. <br />And if I don't like it, that's too bad, she said- <br /> there are hostas to transplant <br />mulching and mowing, there is sod and weeds <br />There is creeping charlie in the cucumber beds. <br />I could transplant myself <br /> but I don't. <br />Not now, despite the dust and cans and filth <br /> and doilies and the never enough- <br />I am to have left her, but my shadow <br /> darkens every doorway, and her sallow callous way <br />now that her nest is empty <br />But her aimless birdling stays.<br /><br />Katrina Harms<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-can-t-go-home-again-if-you-ve-never-left/
