Of hummingbirds and lions
Two hummingbirds come to the weathered rail of the grey porch,
poke in and out of the red boxed flowers, back away. They hover beside my ear,
wings beating the air, bringing the only hope of a breeze.
Beyond the sharp beaks, pointing, lie blonde hills topped by smoky blue haze. The tawny mountains drop, disappear imperceptibly into the ocean.
How gentle they appear. How many years I used to gaze at these hills, imagining that they were calling me to stroke them. All I had to do was get close enough to feel their soft receiving coat, as flat and slick as the haunch of the neighbor’s old golden retriever.
Now I know better. Now I tramp the hills and I know the retriever is really a snarling mountain lion, hot and angry. Get too close and his sharp yellow grasses, like fangs, will whip the wheels of the pickup. Thistle clings everywhere to this brute, as do prickers and the needled edges of live oak. All of it can draw blood instantly from bare skin.
Too bad I got so close.
Better to have kept at a safe distance.
Better to have stayed at the porch railing, watching.
Better to have let the hummingbirds beat the song of the hills,
while I gazed
innocently
listening
Bio: Claudia Ricci, Ph.D.
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Claudia,
I can picture every word. I live on my front porch, but I also climb the mountains. I totally relate to this beautiful piece in every way. Thanks for sharing!
Beautifully written, Claudia! Sometimes places
or things are more beautiful when viewed from a distance. Hope to see more or hour poetry here on Two Drops.