Independence Sparrow

Sparrow. Monday, July 4, 2016. Outside the train station/parking garage at the university. Flew into glass? Everything’s locked up but the machines keep humming. There’s death in falling, life in flight. Imagine being a pretty, little thing. A brief accounting of my ignorance. Conjectures are made in an attempt to fight off the topor of an oppressive summer day. What does it mean to be a witness? What are the costs and benefits? What do I have to offer? How is a universe built? Have I ever enjoyed holidays? Negative space and the modern temperament. Is the world our shadow? Are we its? The infrastructure of brutalism. Alliances are formed; allegiances acknowledged- victory awaits. Trying to imagine what the landscape looked like seen through those two small seed-sized eyes. What would my brain look like next to a sparrow’s brain? The brain of a horse? An elephant? A whale? A polar bear? Where are our memories kept? Condolences, apologies, and farewells as we grab hold the canoe’s gunnels and push off from shore.