Being

Here’s the latest poem from our occasional contributor, Molly Rosenberg.

Being

Humming birds hover
Incessant flutter of wings
Frequent sips of nectar sweetness
Vital for the life they lead
But I just want to be.
Life mapped out
Months in black and white
No room for diversion
Another concert
Dinner
         Party
                  Event
On and on
Like waves pounding
The soft silvery sand

A line drawn
On the beach
In my head
Call a halt
Shout STOP
I want to retreat
Need to retreat
To save me.

Calm, tranquility drips
Like honey
From the Humming bird
She returns to her nest
To rest and just be
Like me.

Molly Rosenberg

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