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.