Hummingbird? Is that you?
I thought I heard
The beating of your wings
Out on the bough of holly
Where the Robin sings.
You have been to the ocean
And back.
As I can see
From the way you bob your head
To and fro
You have gathered the flotsam and jetsam of life
And are flitting it out of your body.
Gone. Where did you go?
Back, so soon?
Tiny, fluttering bird
Take me where you’ve been.
What wondrous sights
We could see together
You, my Hummingbird, and I.
You come to me
Dancing sweetly about the holly
With a message.
No, there is no message.
It’s the red berries for which you come,
Me you do not notice.