A case of mistaken identity

A case of mistaken identity

Deborah Beach Giordano
© March 30, 2011

Lazing in the sunshine
half-drowsing
over a book,
I was startled
into wakefulness 

an anxious humming
right, left,
and right again,
drawing ever nearer:

a green-suited flier
irresistibly drawn to
my magenta sweater
quite certain
that it was sweet
and tasty.

You’re wasting your time,
I told him,
go to the plum tree,
or the azaleas –
they’re all in bloom,
or next door;
you’ll find
more flowers there.

My words
went unheeded;
the poor dazzled creature
was entranced;
color-blinded
by the ruby hue,

making a multitude
of spellbound circuits,
seeking
what simply
wasn’t there.

Suddenly he stopped
near-frozen in midair,
and chirped
in response
to a distant call
unheard
by human ears.

He was gone
in an instant –
leaving me
astonished
and
wondering.

In the awe-filled
and holy
silence
I began
to understand.

My feathered teacher
had come
not in confusion,
but to deliver a lesson
that those with eyes
might see:

how easily
we are distracted
by bright colors
and pretty things;
how readily
we forget
what we truly need.

We put our souls
at risk
of starvation
by gorging
on incidentals

any birdbrain
should know that.

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I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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