Where The Sparrows Fell

 

Two lonely particles of wishful dust

Found a bright beam of light to ride

And danced above their secret court

Unaware their music would subside

 

They passed through open windows

And bounced around in light of day

Flittering tiny wisps of sunlit flashes

Colliding merrily, in their toying way

 

Then shadowed by a plaintive cloud

They settled low in the waning light

Upon a cold and unforgiving ground

To peck at fragments of their night

 

Ill-fated flight of floundering feeders

Old tale, dredged from deepest well

Where time and promise aren’t given

Borrowed from where sparrows fell

 

 

 

 

 

 s. paul  (Aug. 2023)