I can wade, through the window
attentive to the moon as she kindly lists
what should be done or at least considered
– how to turn, when and where to look
if not the moon then the wind 

or a candle, I can listen – 
the candle’s rounded lip, yellow tongue
make minute yellow tones
then songs, I become an expert
in the field of small extraction, in the field
of meticulous nourishments …

from “A SPARROW'“
G.Vion, 2017