I listened, held my breath,
In between the whir of passing cars
I could here the sound of sparrows.
How strange this seemed,
As if I had never heard their song before.
Perhaps my ear has become more finely tuned,
Nay–very unlikely I suppose.
No, it is more likely that I shut up my mind,
Its incessant ramblings over things of little importance
Worries of work, family, responsibilities,
All imposed by me and this cursed ego.
For a brief moment there was blessed silence.
It leaves me thinking,
Had I only stopped sooner
The sparrows angelic song might have never left my ears.
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~