stand still like the hummingbird
my tiny friend.
the wildlife people called me back and said if he was moving his wings and showing signs of upward flight i could release him back in the wild. after spending an hour and a half with him, i gathered up all my cats into the house, locked them in my room, and carried the sweet hummingbird outside and put him in this tree:
and moments later he FLEW AWAY. with that pure frenetic hummingbird energy, away over the rooftop and into the sky. i truly hope he found his nest and family again and that he keeps going for a long time. they are really very fragile. but he was such a luminous and vibrant little creature and i feel blessed to have been so close to a hummingbird.
no wonder pablo neruda wrote a poem for them.
here are the last few lines of "Ode to the Hummingbird":
You are the seed
of the sun,
petal of silenced races,
of buried blood,
of the ancient