At The Lip Of A Flower
at the lip of a flower
nurtured by its kiss.
I sat watching a hummingbird today as he whirred around the lips of a scarlet blossom. The intensity of his concentration was punctuated by high-pitched squeaks.
His energetic fervor as he probed with his delicate tongue deep inside the flower, struck me as a very amorous action.
This seemed to be more than a search for food or a way to scatter pollen. Through its shape and color, the tubular red flower seemed designed for enticement. With his extraordinary abilities to fly and hover, the hummingbird seemed ineluctably drawn to connect with this specific floral offering.
In the natural world there may be extraordinary abundance, but there is rarely wastefulness. Design and intention are everywhere around us, if we look.
As we open our eyes, why not also open our hearts and our imaginations? Why not indulge in a pleasant reverie for just a few moments, seeing not just survival or pragmatic solutions, but also a kind of unspoken pleasure.
A sweet and amorous tryst between a hummingbird and a flower?
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