CUCKOO

 

What bird am I?

Years ago, the dove

Later, a crow

But aging gives us clarity

(Strangely, since we’re forgetful too)

And now it’s the Cuckoo

I think I laid my eggs in

Strangers’ nests

A Brood Parasite

And now, at almost the last gasp

As I try to grasp

The paths of my life

I feel my homelessness

My not-always-correct

Priorities of life

And I think I lived in a clock

Of intricately carved wood

Wandering on the off hours

Among smoke and mirrors

Popping out hourly

Counting Time

Still

As a fan of Dr. Who

Perhaps I am cuckoo

But part of me is a

Time Lord

That has influenced

In a decent way,

I hope,

My World View…

 

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: cuckoo clock 1885 Creative Commons