Sparrow Flight

Do you see the sparrows in the air,
Flying lively about their businesses,
Sprinkling the day with chirping sounds,
Chiming like little tin teapots?

Now pick one--that one?
And follow it with your eyes,
Here and there
As it flies and lights and flies:
Now to a branch,
To a bush, to a fence,
Now a hop to the pavement
To peck and scold,
Then way up to a treetop
To pause and survey.

Now imagine--
No, wait. First close your eyes.
Now imagine
Just such a sparrow
Inside your eyes,
And follow,
In the dark space of inner sight,
The myriad patterns
As that sparrow
Dips and swoops and climbs
And flies.