Mountain Sparrow

By Anne Wilson - La Mesa, California, USA - 18 February 2015



Unseen bird, whose waterfall of notes

slid down the sky,

like a nun's song I once heard

whose haunting and celestial notes

of unmatched beauty,

captured the essence

of ecstasy and sorrow.


Like so many things we give

wrong names to, this bird

whose madrigal


in crevices of canyons

I later learned

was a canyon wren


-- still, to me,

my "mountain sparrow"

building its nests

as the psalmist wrote

"upon Your altars" . . .

spoke to me of heights I could not reach

until I lived my life beneath

the shadow of its wings,


content not to even

know the names

of my own passage.