Last night, a mighty bird swooped down
and built a nest within my healing brain.
Before she flapped majestic wings in flight,
she nestled hope-filled eggs
to bring forth new-old knowledge.
Once these timid birds huddled,
in their nest,
bullied by a lone, black vulture
with burgeoning weight
and baleful eyes.
But, now, at last, the raptor,
has tumbled from his lofty perch,
cut down by one sharp shot
from a skillful hunter’s rifle.
The tree becomes, again, a leafy haven,
home to fledgling sparrows —
newborn ideas —
(Written after successful brain surgery on November 2, 1995. This poem is dedicated to Drs. William Gulledge and Warren Wilson, and the rest of my devoted Harris Methodist Hospital health team.)
** Kim Kathleen Terry **