He lies with his head on New York
He is a giant
In a scale of 1:40000
He has learned something new today
Maybe from a book about the universe
A pop up book of nebula
As big as sky scrapers
He has learned how to be small again
He breathes the same air again
Notices things he never realised before
He takes up a comfortable room
His walls aren’t closing in
The cold outside is perfect
The smile of sunshine tracking up his lined wallpaper
Nothing has changed.
Everything has changed.
The Carpenter's Sparrow 