The Hollow

A poem about rediscovery

Redwood Grove, Mill Valley, CA (not the original hollow)

The Hollow

I carried it for years.
A small light,
curled in the hollow
just beneath my chest.

I thought it was mine.
I protected it.
Wrapped it in reason,
in rules,
in the story of who I was.

Seasons passed.
The shell thickened.
The light dimmed.

One morning,
I found a sparrow had made a nest
in …