Flutter of a small heartwing, threaded like a hummingbird.
Do alight on me, Spirit, a motion so minute 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.
Available through B’nai Or Gallery, San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
