Just the other day I sat, Atop a metal chair, varnished hardwood floors, Within white, worn walls; Listening to a quiet chat.
Just then — A new character entered the fray of Shadows embroidered upon the blank canvas. Wings fluttering like rose petals in a hurricane, Never settling for one spot. Darting from point to point In arbitrary geometric fashion, Or elegant steps around the ballroom Of air and space around its still den.
The shadow of the hummingbird reminded me Of life's fleeting moments. Similar to how one describes themselves in a resume: Linearly, in point-to-point fashion; Ignoring everything, The far and few between sways in the wind. Such blasphemy.
The moment came, And left the room never the same.
Random moment of insight during an already insightful conversation. A pause in time, per se.