[Julie Steiner]

Like others, I love the gentle, whimsical mood of this, until just before the end, which I think could be far more powerful.

[...]Sounds begin:
the world is never still. I see one gleaming
sparrow's wing and look! The sky is teeming.

Am I the only reader who initially thought "one" referred to a sound? And actually, I'd like to hear some sounds there, not more visual imagery. I'd like to hear the "risky chair" of L2 creak ominously at the end of the poem, yet still support the narrator's momentary peace in an ever-changing world.