I never intended to have this life, believe me--
It just happened. You know how dogs turn up
At a farm, and they wag but can't explain.
It's good if you can accept your life--you'll notice
Your face has become deranged trying to adjust
To it. Your face thought your life would look
Like your bedroom mirror when you were ten.
That was a clear river touched by mountain wind.
Even your parents can't believe how much you've changed.
Sparrows in winter, if you've ever held one, all feather:
Burst out of your hand with a fiery glee.
You see them later in the hedges. Teachers praise you,
But you can't quite get back to the winter sparrow.
Your life is a dog. He's been hungry for miles,
Doesn't particularly like you, but gives up, and comes in.