Does she have any idea of how radiant she is,
this lovely burst of color tiptoeing so
bold, yet mute, across my sedum?
Any idea of the awe she evokes as she
lifts her dainty antennae, all aquiver with
thankful glee for the lush pink fragrance she has found?
Any idea that I am snapping picture after
picture to capture something of her exquisite
presence on my front porch? None at all. So
blissfully un-self-conscious of her charm, she simply
sips the gift of nectar and opens up her
wings to let the sun fall warm across her brilliant
orange. More sips, and then at last she
softly folds her wings and turns, as if to say,
“enough gawking already; go live your own luminous life!”
Her life will be so short, perhaps a month, but in that
fleeting time, she will profoundly shine, so
fully present to her moment and her task, so
silently attentive to what she needs to do.
And watching her, I wonder—can we learn her simple ways,
live each our own small radiance, and
be so-all-a-quiver-present to the marvels all around?