Stroking the Sparrow's Tail

The sparrow tried to fly into light
Through the terrifying mystery of glass Framed in steel
Set high in the cinder block walls
Cathy sympathetically called out
"Help him"
To all us roughneck welders and machinists
Standing around on coffee break
"Help him"
In response there was a lot of arm waving
And shouting "hey hey"
Which was sincerely supposed to help
It did at least make him fly down
Across the hall in front of me
Where quite unexpectedly
Out of my amateur tai-chi belly
Stroking the sparrow's tail
An ancient image and form
Emerged joined his motion and lightly embraced him He did not resist
But surrendered to the spontaneous compassion
As if he knew
It belonged to no one