A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. Paul Simon
True then, true now – a man sees what he wants to see and disregards the rest.
A sparrow lights on a branch outside my window, momentarily there, he looks up and down, in stoccatatic movements, he shakes his wings, he swings his gray-brown rump to and fro, like a man who is late to work and waiting for a bus, his head ever alert, wondering has he missed something; now thinking, where shall he go; the sky above is gray and white, a cold and bitter wind blows about him, about us all. See him and the image is stamped upon one’s mind. Now he is gone.
And yet, there he still is, forever on the branch, giving one pause to wonder endlessly where birds go in the rain and the snow.