Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by former Maine Poet Laureate Betsy Sholl. Her most recent book is “Otherwise Unseeable,” published by Wisconsin Poetry Series.
Two for a Penny
By Betsy Sholl
Little sparrow, how easy to disparage you,
Ubiquitous as you are, fidgeting from thicket
To thicket along the block. I’ve watched you
Flock like squatters in a tree, seen you fly off
Through a fence hole, straight as a sprung arrow.
All shadow and flash, at home in my eaves,
You’re easy, too, at the zoo, hardly noticed,
Left free to dart and zoom, grow fat
On dropped scraps. You talk, you chat,
But don’t sing, just chirp, cheep—cheap
I can hear my mother say, and common,
As if those were the same thing.
But sparrow, what kind of love hovers
Only around what’s rare, missing, dissing
What’s in plain sight, ordinary as air?
You who remain after the others fly off,
Now you’ve gathered in a tree’s bare rafters,
In your color of twig and winter-gray sky.
From your beak a tiny breath puffs out
Through cold air, sign of all that’s warm inside,
All that won’t be spared, but will be counted —
Is that possible: every feather and fall? —
As if somewhere there’s a book of sparrows,
Of sorrows, heavy ledger listing us all.
Dennis Camire can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org