Each Braided Bit a Story

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Such roots as I have
are woven into a nest borne with me 
from place to place.
Delicate and fiercely capable, both; 
It can bear the wild whip-crack of rain
until it passes and meanwhile remember 
the cool sun-filled winds that will come
to dry and fresh bless this home
that has grown with me; each braided bit 
having told its story, adding to height or girth
or the number of windows and doors.
Windows and doors:
There are more of those now, affording a freedom 
of movement within and with-out. 
I have learned too
that once set into their jambs,
they can both help keep the rain at bay
while also letting 
the light, the light, the light
inside.
And the birdsong of neighbors; and 
the whispers between moon and comet.
Kimberly M. King, RSCJ

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