A Charm to Learn to Relinquish
Sparrow, you flurry this empty ground
under a barren juniper daily
November through March. In our peck-or-die
world every wingbeat demands
dedication to survival.
I, too, scratched futile dust
denying all evidence, risking starvation
and I warn you, Sparrow,
nothing comes of it.
(from The Book of Charms)
