My mind cannot
fathom
the speed of the beating
of a hummingbird’s wing
flashing faster
than film per frame
darting, teleporting through
a too-slow world.
my heart, maybe, understands
the feeling of balancing
speed with
precision
Beating wildly out of sync
with my mind.
“Stay, stay.”
“Go, go.”
the sticky temptation of freedom
balanced with the necessity
of nectar.
but
what happens if
I just let go?
Will I crash into the earth, body
broken, too sluggish to
stagger through the air too
bereft for a nest?
Or, perhaps
dare I dream it,
will I find a new garden?
Only time, captured 80
beats per second,
stuttering through minutes
ravaging my nerves,
will tell.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 3:06 AM UTC
My mind cannot
fathom
the speed of the beating
of a hummingbird’s wing
flashing faster
than film per frame
darting, teleporting through
a too-slow world.
my heart, maybe, understands
the feeling of balancing
speed with
precision
Beating wildly out of sync
with my mind.
“Stay, stay.”
“Go, go.”
the sticky temptation of freedom
balanced with the necessity
of nectar.
but
what happens if
I just let go?
Will I crash into the earth, body
broken, too sluggish to
stagger through the air too
bereft for a nest?
Or, perhaps
dare I dream it,
will I find a new garden?
Only time, captured 80
beats per second,
stuttering through minutes
ravaging my nerves,
will tell.
