Little by Little the Bird Builds its Nest

Haitian Proverb My daughter leaves for Haiti to give of herself, stripped of her car this mother’s gypsy soul surfaces nesting in a cocoon of word embraces, filtered noise in an unsettled world Today my fifth child departs for six months two duffle bags packed to the brim fifty plus Facebook friends waving her bon voyage thirteen-dollar Uber ride to Hartsfield Atlanta forty three years since her aunt and I brought her home. Until I hear of her safe arrival in that troubled land where weather stages havoc my soul recites psalms clings [...]