dispatches to and from

nathan f. elmore

Creative writing on faith, culture, and things in between

Ugandan Weaver Bird

This poem found its muse in my visit to Uganda in May 2007 to participate in the 1st Amahoro Gathering.

Ugandan Weaver Bird


I will place it here and

tomorrow I will do the same

with this leaf’s veined fibers. And

all for a bride --


some primitive mold, they say,

in this shattered place

where hope gets wrapped

inside a patch of grass


of savannah. Where shadows pass,

they say, over other nests

made in other trees

in a twilight of other dreams.


Where quiet burns

east and west of Eden. Where

the bodies of men whisper again

of twigs and, some say, a new home.