The Nest

by Micheline Maylor

Watching is enormous.
Burst blue in the drama of no.
Two robins build a nest
In the crack of my pergola.
I spy from above, jamb
Myself in the corner, spy
from the window. Magpie comes.
My children are gone. I left
For a minute. Now, what else
Can a mother do but peer?

— from Juniper Volume 4, Issue 3