Simple song (ode to Twitter)

As the sparrow twittered
and sang it spilt a tune
so sublime that the people
were caught in its splendour;
until soon it seemed as if
the whole world were
standing, as still and
velvety as a chapel on Sunday:

lips half smiling, eyes half
closed – entranced and whispering
softly like the white coated
swans and swallows of the
asylum.

When you stop, tiny sparrow?
Where will you go, tiny sparrow?
Who will you sing to, tiny sparrow?

And what of the universe in the garden?

2012