Above my window
two tiny hummingbird beaks
hover just beyond the edge of a nest
which is smaller than my hand—
this, I think, is what it looks like,
the start of a long, long journey.
By fall, they will be in Mexico.
They don’t even know yet
they can fly.
I’ve seen those nests too, so small. Must be a definition of ambition here 🙂
I wonder if “hover” is the word you want up there in the third line…the beaks are only visible over the edge, no? They still don’t know how to fly.
You are right another word. Peek out?
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“peek over the edge of a nest…” ?
Dear Rosemerry,
I used this poem as a theme for a talk and yoga class on releasing judgment – because we never know what’s yet to be, if we’ll have wings, and if we’ll make it to Mexico. To trust the journey, the unfolding – yes. Thank you for this lovely jewel.
A new catch phrase is now being used by people in my class… “you’ll be in Mexico by fall.”
Love and Namaste dear teacher,
Augusta