I watch her in the early light, her breath slight,
her skin soft; barely there, she is solidly unconcerned.
Since, she has become like a little sparrow,
evasive yet everywhere; I saw one in a Walmart once,
swooping between the home supplies, fragile to touch
but way out of reach it went where it chose;
the rest of us watched it anxiously, as if it mattered.
After a time, I get up, as in everything I do
since: careful not to disturb her.