When it would
seem that life is reduced
to competition for the one prime piece of clay
that guarantees success, or Nature's noose,
I think how Sparrow offered me escape.
Head cocked, as if to as a question, she
examined me, then bounced up to a fir.
This summons into her reality
of heights was lost. I couldn't leave, like her.
With bobbing steps, she climbed into caves
of evergreen. Up there, on quaking beams--
so free from cares (and also caring) save
the threats of Nature--she held my esteem.
For it is no small thing to forget the world.
To have done so made her a lucky girl.
1993-2001 by Regina M. Raab
This page created: 21 February 2000
This page last updated: 18 February 2001
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