hummingbird

Oh sweet little
Hummingbird,
I can feel your heart
Beating so fast.

Please, slow down.
Take a breath.
Remember it’s okay
Not to rush.

It’s okay to just
Be still.
That’s the safer option,
The easier one.

Get your drink,
Let your wings settle,
Even if just for one
Moment, one beat.

Oh sweet little
Hummingbird,
I can feel your heart
Beating so fast.

You’ll be okay.
Just find a place,
A way,
To rest.

Shot

Sometimes you take a shot
And get lucky-
Everything fits and looks just right.

Other times the shot
Needs some editing, some revision-
Before it works according to plan.

Sometimes you simply miss
Completely, utterly, fully-
And are left with crumbled pieces.

But sometimes what you make
Out of the pieces, from the mess-
Is better than what you had hoped for.

Is better than what you had planned.

Are you the hawk?
Or the hummingbird?
Maybe something in between?

The hawk is fierce,
Hunting, searching, never satisfied.
Preying on those weaker than himself.

His cry pierces the earth,
Signaling his beauty, his control,
A reminder to those who fear him.

He circles the sun, soaring
Higher than most dare to go.
What could ever cause him to fall?

The hummingbird is gentle,
Waiting, hovering, always pleasing.
Hiding from all confrontation.

Her silence keeps her safe,
Showing her inner strength, her mind,
A token to those who regard her.

She drifts from flower to flower,
Never staying still for too long.
What will ever make her settle?

So, are you the hawk?
Or the hummingbird?

Is there a way to be in between?