We now have a regular hummingbird visiting our feeder thanks to Donna (a hummingbird expert) and Stephanie (who gifted me with the feeder) and Jim (who was more persistent than I had the strength to be.) And so…I wrote a poem because of course I did! It’s called “Hummer” – and it might be terrible but I still want to share. I promised the little hummingbird in my yard that I’d write him a poem if he showed himself and then two seconds later, he did!
Yes, I’m a little crazy, but I have a promise to keep.
I thought the hummers would careen
up and down, like butterflies
at the whim of the August breeze
flying drunkenly, precariously,
barely airborne, but no
When he came, he was self-possessed,
in total control
and I wonder if he saw me
sitting still, expectant
watching the empty sky.
He appeared through time
gliding across the open air
of my backyard, a minuscule wraith
needing to feed–that’s where I had him
holding my breath,
focusing on the blur of tiny wings
a clockwork bird moving, like light,
across the spine of heaven.
Perhaps he was there all along
waiting for me to create space
oblivious of the meaning
I placed on his slight presence
that whisper of life,
sipping nectar like an ancient god
perching on hair-thin branches
invisible, persistent, aloof
a tiny hawk, a tiny window
with ruby curtains
and a valence of silk