Birds Still Build Nests
By Mary Carroll-Hackett
even when bombs are falling, even when the dams are failing, even when the hate is ravenous and roaring, even when the hills are on fire. Birds still build nests, making homes for their babies, weaving string and straw and song and wire into being, as if the world is not careening toward ending, as if they’ve forgotten how dark, how dark, it always is. But then, maybe we’re the ones who have forgotten, who have made myths of our own pain, who have convinced ourselves of power against the torrential rain, all wishful shields and shrouds sewn of things that don’t last, can’t last. The birds, skittering between forever and yesterday, say: Nothing lasts. Build it anyway.
(This originally appeared on the Writing for Peace site on Feb 15,2017.)