Sharing this especially for my dear friend Jeanne who will know why this particular poem is so special, and that I am thinking of her. Also, Christina at Words for the Year is awesome and posts WORDS that are always worthy of reading.
Today is Earth Day, people. Go out and feed a bird or two!
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
a woman holding
a small god
“why i feed the birds” by Richard Vargas from Guernica, Revisited. © Press 53, 2014.
*for my grandmother, who loved to feed the birds and who passed that love to me