
Perspective
A Ribbon of Light
A tale of a plane flight and a hummingbird
Have you ever seen a ribbon of light streak across the top of the clouds?
How often do birds see that?
It’s a matter of perspective, I suppose.
We only fly occasionally. And they’re always riding the air currents into infinity.
I suspect these disparities permeate the very being of our lives. We see what we know. And we don’t look much further than that.
Recently, a hummingbird got trapped in my office. Below the lintel, he flew.
His feeder was two feet away. But he couldn't see it because his gaze was ever upwards, towards the sky that he knew, where gnats swarmed and his mortal enemy swooped.
He didn’t know to look down, and just couldn’t find his way out, continually scraping his head against the artificial sky, until finally, he and I realized that the side window would do.
I took off the screen and out he flew, into the endless reach of blue.
From the plane now, I’m looking down at that streak of light across the tops of the clouds.
And I’m realizing that it’s the same view, in a way, that the hummer saw the other day.
The side window, that’s the answer.
It’s not up, nor either down, but, rather, that look that’s askance, flying into the unknown, that gives the best vantage, the vault into a deeper knowledge.
Yesterday evening, while at my computer, just at dusk, I was buzzed by a hummer.
A quick circle or two through my office, and then, out again before I knew what had happened.
Since then he’s done it a dozen times, a flip into a new world, a little trick of flight that blows his friends’ minds.
The world of the humans — he dove in and has been forever changed,
but maybe, not as much as me, gazing down at the light on the clouds and thinking about the bravery of that tiny bird.







