Sunday, February 5, 2012

V: Still Wondering

I am still wondering,
after all these years,
why the sight of a sparrow
hopping inside of a bush
thrilled my heart
nearly to tears.

Why, when larger joys
failed to touch me,
would something so small
pierce me through with bliss?

O fair-fellow,
with bright eyes
and a bit of twig in your beak,
did you see me peering at you
through the windshield of my Honda Accord
parked in a Burger King parking lot,
caught up in a sudden unspeakable delight?

The noises of the highway,
the rush of the world,
were hushed for a moment,
hushed for a moment.

with a tiny flutter-rush,
you were gone.

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