emptying nest – April 25


Houses in dreams

are our soul selves

images of emotion, hope, fear,

projection, insight.


On this day that our youngest

makes his step-out college choice,

demolition begins in the kitchen

soul center of our actual house.


He is leaving, the last of the nest

and we tear out our hearts

to start again. To find a new

open space in the center.


I pause at the correlation. Coincidence

is God’s way of remaining anonymous,

said the sign. Let those with ears to hear




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