Another new poem: Sparrow

Sparrow

This small bird,

sleeping,

head tucked under wing.

I didn’t see it, I just felt it,

a flutter of wings,

a whisper,

when they lifted you out of me.

And I know

that you already can fly

with closed eyes, closed fists.

Even when you’re sleeping:

that bird-heart trembling in your chest,

that sparrow-dream

tucked under wing.