The Sparrow Poem by Andrea Scarpa

Like dreaming in black and white, with no sound
or being in a place with no light, underground,
came the memory of years gone, and the passing,
so I tried to stop the spawn, and the classing,
but the mind is a wild horse, until it's tamed,
when falling my cry was hoarse, and I ashamed.

The pit descended deep as the sea, but narrow
and I stared down all I could see, a sparrow
He sang to me with careless joy, so elated
as I picked him up like a toy, all frustrated
for he was happy and I was not, I was mad!
And in my own throat a big knot, was all I had.

I realized as the sparrow flew away,
that like my thoughts I was astray,
but if you can fly and you can sing,
falling is not an irreversible thing.