A bird visited my window tonight.
it chirped pleadingly in my direction.
Sorry, I don’t speak bird. I said.
But the bird left before I could finish. And I knew I would be never be anything but a child,
talking to myself in a great inexorable sandbox, loud and useless in the march of time and wind and chirping birds.
I never found out what the bird was trying to say or if it was even speaking to me in the first place.