The world has woken up again.


before me through the glass,
an emerald heart, thrumming,
paused in frantic flight
for a moment, finally, to rest,
stay, drink deep and full,
take shelter from the rain.

there she sits, watching still,
nervous, restless always,
as a humming heart will be,
feathers damp and ruffled,
as I watch back, delighted,
my heart beating faster, too.

so small a thing, so delicate,
for an endless instant
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless,
the silent drumbeat of the world.

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