Survival Dance
by MartyJo Hagen
(Portland, OR)
Survival Dance
She came to us to fulfill a
Mutual need to learn trust.
It seemed as if they both came to us
With the same arrival times
And different needs.
Every day He came…
Metallic teal back feathers
Carefully choosing, no, dancing to decide
Which blossom from which
To collect His nectar.
“Look Mama. Looook MaaaMaaaah!”
There He was.
Determined to share all her mealtimes.
Such joy He brought her.
Although I think it was He who found joy
In His fascinations of this small girl.
Time came when the cold rains
Of Western Oregon welcome the
Winter to stay for a while.
The hummingbird left to places the flowers
Dance year around.
We—the girl and I, danced away…
Attempting to bring Him
Back with the Spring.
Time came and left…
And with it, the little girl…
Continuing on her own journey
Toward paths unknown…
I knew when the hummingbird
Failed to return, that neither would she.
Slowly, I am healing from these painful separations
By remembering His dance…
Forward, backward, to the side…
Let it go…let it go….
I find peace in knowing that,
Though He didn’t return here,
He is with the small girl to teach her
The dance of survival…
Forward, backward, to the side…
Patience, patience…Now, forward….
Let it go…..