Flutter of a small heartwing, threaded like a hummingbird.
Do alight on me, Spirit, a motion so minute as to appear still in its beating.
I want to settle this striving once and for all,
wearied am I from the constant battering against the bars.

This is the lesson: a smoothing happens in accepting captivity.
Only the quietened bird opens the ribcage from within
and, with new feathers, begins the real flying.


View the painting that inspired the poem. 

July 20, 2018 — Alexandra Hunter
Tags: poetry