the atrophy of wings

these sparrows charming

singing softly beneath the soffit

the rain occupies the skies

sparrows' wings on prolonged rest,

they must wonder

how slowly the time goes by.

and when the rain ceaseless

worries may feel impenetrable 

and will the wings remember

how to carry 

what is now a feathery stiffness

body heavy with doubt. 

do wings forget

as the feet grow 

accustomed

becoming wise men of nested ground;

branches no longer piercing,

blankets for the new chirpers.

warm by the window seat

it is easy to forget the sun

when all that follows rain

is another endless round

of thunder deafening

and heavy clouds.

warmed window seat;

skin tanned.

a few hundred doves eager

for when a place 

is found

for those heavy olive branches 

to land.