This was the title poem in my first ever poetry collection over 9 years ago!

sparrow in an airport.






it’s a kind of freedom
apparently having all you want


more than enough space
for one small sparrow


crumbs from McDonalds
controlled climate


yet you keep hitting glass
that invisible force separates


you and sky


flapping frustration


caged in a monument to flight



sparrow in an airport
in NEW POETS TEN
Friendly Street/Wakefield Press, march 2005
ISBN 1 86254 670 3