The vast everything

The vast everything                                                                                         
 
I’m a sparrow in one realm
pecking at the leaf-covered ground.
 
In another, I’ve never left the nest.
In one, dutifully securing my connection
 
to seed, leaf, worm, crumb,
blue sky and green tree
 
in our mutual migration
from here to there.
 
In another, I peek over the rough edges
while yet embraced
 
by the endless solitude and stillness
of an unimaginable, perpetual nowhere.
 
O child of God, hatchlings scatter in flight 
while in the vast everything nothing moves.