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.

This poem can be found in my book ‘Cuts & Collected Poems 1989 – 2015’.