Come April

If not for the hair
caught in the corner
where the broom
cannot reach,
I would never know
that you were here.

And if not for the corner
where the broom
cannot reach –
if not for the moulding
that pinned it –
if not for the wall
and the ceiling’s crease –
if not for the rafters
and shingles,
there we would be no hair.

And if not for the hair,
there would be no fingers,
no soft care to tie a single knot,
then carry it to the window
and release you there.

And if not for the window,
if not for the wind,
if not for the wake –

Nest and blue eggs come April.

Image: Ian Baldwin on Unsplash

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