Perhaps I tend to brood, to overthink
a sparrow dying on the glass today—
though l admit it took my breath away
to find his stiffened body on the deck.
But perhaps he was a gift from the sky—
an emissary dressed in sparrow brown
with broken neck and feet curling down
but an urgent message gleaming in his eye:
To be with nature is to be at home.
And then my heart reached out through the fog
for sanctuary with the soul I saw
knowing all of life is interwoven
into one eternal tapestry,
and in my sorrow that would comfort me.