Shearwater

I was a cloud.
I was a cloud looking down.
Your frantic waving did not provoke feeling.
But this little one,
steady your wings, now, sparrow,
I remembered him
steady your course, now, sparrow.
And in the dark,
from the sea marbled and moon-blue.
Into the burning eye of the sun
without feeling.
My end was imminent.
Steady your course now, sparrow.
I remembered him
Fear for your home life, sparrow.
Fear for your home life.