By C.J. Renz - Berkeley, California, USA - 27 August 2015



I was startled when you hummed

past my face as I transplanted

the Abutilon into a larger pot.


I thought you rude, even aggressive --

poking your needle-bill at me as

I was trying to be helpful.


But then you backed up,

tipping forward slightly

to reveal that royal red crown.


Every day I flit about

convinced that what I'm doing is

surely the most important thing

to be done.


Could you -- would you please --

teach me how to step back, and to bow,

even slightly, so that

something precious is revealed

-------and someone else knows gratitude.