In the deep of that red winter wood
where love lost and serendipitous moments meet
on the highest edge of the farthest branch of the tallest tree
I’ll find you there
searching for sun searching for seed
a mystery of species full of wonder, full of thought, full of quandary
all that is in you, all that is for you, little one, little sparrow.
In the deep chest of that bronze casing
where open wounds and alchemic remedy meet
There’s a song in those lungs, melodic notes, true but ever tried
crippled and skeptical with feet planted and feet unsure
too uncertain to make a gesture to make a move to ever take flight
full of fear, full of weight, full of distrust, full of short sight
all in you, all over you, little one, little sparrow.
But I wish not to compare, to stare, or ever to ensnare
but only to see, to just be, to release
and to f r e e
all thats in you, for all of you, little one, little sparrow.
So with no cages nor games no performance or show
This invitation is without pretense of bright color or a certain kind of feather
this is a simple affinity for patchwork wings and the hard stories that hold them together
full of hope, full of chance, full of whimsy
all for whats in you, all for whats of you, little one, little sparrow.