POEM BY RICHARD VARGAS
once
i saw my grandmother hold out
her hand cupping a small offering
of seed to one of the wild sparrows
that frequented the bird bath she
filled with fresh water every day
she stood still
maybe stopped breathing
while the sparrow looked
at her, then the seed
then back as if he was
judging her character
he jumped into her hand
began to eat
she smiled
a woman holding
a small god
1 thought on “A Woman Holding a Small God”
Hi Allan
Thanks for posting this. It was a challenge to fit the painting into the poem. But then I love challenges:). But in this painting, I too have a simple message. What is in the hand is known to the bird and the person. It is based on the trust between the bird and the hand, and whether the bird is willing to accept the gift. Hence I hope despite all odds that in life, we will trust each other. Only then peace will prevail in nature.
Please continue to challenge me;)