Man and Sparrow

I’m alone, alone in this wintry morning

The skies grey, the trees brown,

The roads wet from last night’s rain.

I wait amongst all these,

Waiting for a perfect moment.

A white sedan passes

Not big enough, I think.

I need a van, or something larger.

As I think of the perfect way,

The perfect way to end my world,

A sparrow comes and stands by my feet.

A tiny life, so tiny that I can crush him.

He looks at me - carefree, fearless.

I squat on the pavement,

And hold my palm towards him.

He leaps,

Uneasy, but not afraid.

With my hands and knees on the ground

I take a closer look at him.

He looks back this time,

Courageous and confident.

We exchange stares for two minutes,

Communicate shhh... silently.

Then he flies away happily,

Leaving behind a man,

New, sure, and fearless.

LIFE AS IT IS