The humingbird has a secret
but what it will not say -
as in all its fluttering glory
it goes about the day.
About tomorrow, it doesn't worry
only sustenance on its mind.
And in an endless flurry
seeks all that it can find.
Should we humans emulate
this tiny focused one
and immediate needs satiate
beneath the shining sun?
The answer? Truly I don't know
and suppose I never will.
I just accept the ebb and flow
of life to drink my fill.
poem by Pamela Tyree Griffin
PS. My latest story, "MISHA" story is in ken*again, the literary magazine. Click HERE to read.
