A Lament for the Sparrows
by Claudia Lehman
how does that ease their falling?
Lured, they learn too late
the limits of wings
the finality of nets
the enormity of human hands
whose palms have never turned skyward.
Named, perhaps, as the stars are,
they fall singing into forever,
leaving the days to come ignorant
of the empty places in their skies.
Yet still they fall,
soft down against the dust—
flung back against the heart
that dreamed them into being:
songbirds and cities,
feathers, children, and tears,
Claudia Lehman lives in Păltiniş, Romania, with her favorite poet, Kyle, and their daughters, Josephine and Lucia. She loves teaching, old books, Earl Grey tea, wildflowers, and her comfort zone.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy
3 thoughts on “Claudia Lehman: A Lament for the Sparrows”
This poem fell on me this morning like a blessing, a benediction. Thank you.
This was so comforting to read after just having learned of a friend’s miscarriage.