It’s not at all uncommon
But humble as the sparrow’s wing—
Extending itself just to what is already
There—to drink in the blue sky.
Just when I thought I alone
Woke up with a wooden tongue, the rain
Poured onto me, wakening me, like the
Sparrow’s call before the light
Sweeps her wing over the world,
Calling life into day,
Calling the bells to clank their dainty peal,
And the office workers to drink their coffee
And crank their cars out of the driveway.
Just when I thought I was lost.
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