INTERSECTION
Intersection
The hummingbird does not guess.
It knows
how to stop the air,
how to hold itself
at the very edge of motion.
It finds the flower
not by accident,
but by attention,
by the small mathematics
of need and beauty.
At the center,
there is a place that requires care,
a narrow opening
that rewards exactness.
So it is with us.
There is a sweetness in the world
that meets us only
when we arrive precisely,
with patience,
with intention,
with a steady hand and open mind.
What feeds the body
and what feeds the idea
are not so different after all.
Both ask us
to come close,
to hover,
to choose the mark
that matters.
