Anna’s Hummingbird, I Think — Image by kenne
Hummingbirds and the Angle of Light
The light deceives—
what was emerald becomes flame,
what was ruby turns to shadow.
You think you see the bird,
but it is the god you glimpse instead—
that quick shimmer between worlds.
They are not creatures of feather alone,
but of transformation,
messengers of the moment
when color forgets its name
and becomes pure presence.
Stand still,
and the air itself begins to sing—
reminding you
that beauty is never the thing seen,
but the seeing.
— kenne
Thank you, Kenne, for the lovely poem and the photo of the birds.
Joanna
You are more than welcome.
The seeing… yes!