The sparrow has crossed my path
and I hope she'll stay
longer than a fleeting moment
so I may appreciate her beauty.
She came to me
as most Texas birds do
when you're quiet and alone.
But she was different, I'm sure.
She was vibrant,
not at all the dusty hues of the others
I had come to know.
She was bright and intricate.
The sparrow was free to roam
she was the epitome of freedom
and yet she chose to stay
singing by my side.
And she could have picked anyone,
that little yellow sparrow.
But she flew and sang around me
always appearing again.
I couldn't help but feel
that as quick
as she had appeared
she would leave again.
But the sparrow sang
and in her song
assured me
that she would do no such thing.
She was mesmerized
by me.
You can fly, and yet chose not to,
she said. Why is that?
You are as much a bird as I am,
she told me.
All you have to do
is let go.
I considered her words carefully
I had never flown before,
never thought that I could.
But for her, I did.
