Time travels

Three little sparrows 

came across my way

Church bells ringing 

in the air of dust and speed
as the night falls into day
and the fall whispers to the heat

of the city

Time travels
The sparrows turn into light
when they leave the ground
and start their flight
Life unravels
at the crossing of darkness and bright

I follow the birds
The smoke of a finished cigarette
descents into the asphalt
and I wonder whether I am the past,
or whether the past is me,
At the moment of a new beginning
I let it turn, I let it be