elusive

The hummingbird must visit around one thousand flowers a day to stay alive. Imagine the floral birds-eye view! And its heart beats up to 600 times a minute. The last time mine throbbed at that rate was when I was 8 years old and the prettiest girl in school beckoned me by my first name instead of 'hey, four-eyes.' How much did I love her you ask? If she were a hummingbird, I woulda brought all the flowers she woulda needed to stay alive to her backyard. So elusive, alas, one day she just disappeared forever. I like to think she never blended in with the Earth tones like the sparrow, but remained vibrant and breathtaking.

These days my heart remains at a steady slow rate for the most part. Except, as you know, now and then it flutters as I sight the shy babe-in-glasses in a bookstore that I try to attract out of the fiction foliage with the sweet smelling aroma of a mug of hot cocoa. She comes in a flash. Dips her tongue. She darts away.