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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