Standing at the kitchen sink by the window and drinking a glass of water I saw a sparrow walking on the neighbors roof next door.
I wondered what was the sparrow up to?
And then I had to think, will I always stop and notice a sparrow on spindly legs walking on a hot roof in July?
Will I always make sense of it?
Having taken care of my Dad all those years and seeing his grasp on reality shift with each step of the Parkinson’s dance makes me wonder all the more.
I hope that I will always notice a tiny bird doing nothing more than standing on a neighbor’s roof.
I hope that it will always appear to be what it is and nothing more.