Pause

I feel the earth has paused, it's creatures waiting, searching for signs.

As of yesterday the summer hummer is still here, though he is chunked up to be almost unrecognizable. He knows he will soon be off on the annual journey. That is not the question. If is not the sign sought, but will he be up to it?

I hear so much, too much, disdain for, even fear of, those perceived to be lazy, dependent on others for the necessities of living. They are declared to be unwilling to make their journeys.  I think most just aren't sure they will be up to it.

Once they saw the promise in their mother's face. Now they stand poised, uncertain, seeking signs.