Waiting all these years
in the same place
my roots took root in the soil
my branches reached toward the sky
the bird of my soul has built its nest
the bird of my soul laid eggs
the eggs hatched into chicks
became birds
and built other nests
and laid their own eggs
that became chicks
and then they became birds
that built nests
to lay eggs...

And I remained
a shallow body
in empty space
indefinite.

I returned home.
Before dusk.
The bird of the soul
wait in the nest
my return.