There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow...
Sometimes its hard to understand the drift of things.
Sources say she left a note, drove to the overpass,
parked her pickup, paused a moment to synchronize
with the oncoming bus below,
A forty-two year old sparrow fell twenty-five feet.
God watched as traffic rerouted.
Sources did say there were personal problems,
the loss of a business, friction with friends.
But sources didn't mention if her eyes were green
or if she wore a turquoise watch
or if she liked biscuits with honey
or dreamed of horses.
Or how long the sadness clawed.
Sources will eventually release her name.
But facts have little to do with the truth.