A playing boy's discarded stick
became the father heron's
beakborn gift...
for their nesthome...a new twig
the rejected stumbling block..
to the temple's
cornerstone he lifts
Author's Notes/Comments:
Gianina told us
that in her Romanian grandmother's
home chimney were
storks.. each day around
dusk they would
beat their beak halves
together.. resembling
the toaca pieces of
wood summoning the faithful to the church
(storks bless places
of peace which give
sanctuary to them)