On the Patio, a Healing
from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice
The hummingbird came to say you are forgiven–which is strange because “to forgive” is not part of bird vocabulary, and neither is shame or blame–only flight, endurance, sweet nectar deep inside purple blossoms on friendship sage. Reaching inside with her long string of a tongue is a pleasure we can never know. The world is falling apart, and her ruby throat still hovered, wings blurred, a miracle helping me remember: here, now. Our biggest mistake is holding on to our suffering.
You had me at hummingbird 💙
Another day changer for me.