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Pack and Lose the Greater Truth
 
We’re moving all right,
to my beloved state of
Connecticut.  Just where
I always fancied myself.
in a sweet cottage with
skylights letting heaven in.
Our home sits right
on the side of a tree filled hill.  

As I pack another artifact,
the greater truth comes calling
ringing hands, tears wanting
to smother my breath 
wanting to deny me my own life.
Why Connecticut?
Just a feeling within reach
a goal attainable.                  

We’ll be there on our hill
you summoning birds
the colors of which only
a birder fathoms.  I’ll be
nearby hardly hearing chirps and
the greater truth comes calling 
a hawk to take my innocence
far away.

I won’t hear the birds anymore.
I only listened for you and watched
fluffed feathers just to stand next to you
and listen to your bird talk about  habitat
and this and that and young birds and mature
birds whose male colors an Indian might snare
for special headdress.  The greater truth comes calling
our home is temporary for each of us.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
April 26, 2005

I wrote this when my husband was dying.  We moved from New Jersey to Ct. so we could be closer to our daughter and his brothers and sisters.  He only lived there five months and I left soon after.

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