My Sparrow

The red leather stuck to my calves as I sat
Pondering life as I waited
Patiently in the hot silver station wagon.
I sat in the driver's seat, my head
Resting gently against the cold plastic wheel,
And then I saw him.
He stood on a branch, a thin twig between his
Pointy beak,
Blinking and hopping back and forth,
Afraid that someone would come and
Invade his household.
He wondered whether it was safe to build his nest,
Whether the tree was sturdy enough,
Whether life was secure enough,
Whether the branch was big enough,
Whether people would leave him alone,
And whether he could rest in peace.
Then they came,
Talking and laughing and stomping out
All the serenity of the moment with their
Spiky high heels and shiny dress shoes,
And that little sparrow looked up,
Saw the danger,
Stretched his spotted brown wings
And soared into the sky with his sacred tuft of grass,
Protecting it from the giants.

[6.23.03]

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