You, the Seeker, My Lamp, the Moon

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Little hummer, 
iridescent rainbow in constant flight,
you whirred into the room at dusk, 
thinking my lamp was the moon.
I swiftly clicked off the light, 
to guide you to the window 
where you beat frantically for a moment,
till you crouched in its corner,terrified of the giant
whose hands were slowly lowering 
to cup you gently.

You stilled, as I carried 
your feathered lightness outside
and, when I opened my palms to set you free, 
lay for a moment on your back,
surrendered to your fate.
Suddenly recognizing you had survived,
could once more see the sky, 
in that same instant,
you were halfway 'cross the meadow.

Just so, do our hearts encounter 
their similar terrors,
bring them down to size,
recognize the open door of freedom,
and, each in turn, take flight.

for Patti Wolf's  prompt at dVerse: Microworld Poetry