Whirr of wings

for Zori

The whirr of wings you live within

Its feisty, rapid, quickfire hymn

Of questions here and answers there

Ideas, plucked dancing from the air.

Are you quite safe amid this pace?

That drives you with such frantic grace?

Do hummingbirds, I wonder, think

As they consume their weight in drink

Of nectar each and every day

Do any of them stop and say?

“I should slow down and rest and wait,

or all this stress will seal my fate.

“My heart can only beat so fast.

I cannot stay. It cannot last.

But still I love the whirling dance

Of movement, flight and speed’s romance.”

Do any of them stop with care

to pause still fluttering in the air?

Of course not. Such a thing would be

A tragic waste, a travesty.

To pose the question is absurd.

Just keep on whirring, hummingbird.