
In a corner of our rented third-story house
Clay stuck to straw
A home for a future family
Where three eggs lie
And two parents who care about security, maybe decor, too.
I’m almost certain this isn’t their first nest.
My current nest isn’t my first either!
Are you estranged from your home, my caged sparrow?
Do you long for your days in your old home?
Have you memorized your neighborhood’s geography, each and every meter?
There’s no need to respond; I’m aware of your answer.
As I’m aware of everything else we have in common.
Maybe only one thing makes us different:
My sparrow, can I borrow your wings?