Poem: A Hummingbird

 

A Hummingbird

 

a hummingbird zoomed

so close i thought it

was a mirror of my dreams;

but then i saw i was too solid.

more trapped than alert.

 

the emerald gorget sparkled,

while i played the numb ogre,

a construct of  street and steel

in a lawn-and-order colony.

 

the resplendent bird 

birthed incarnations of magic tricks.

it cajoled the well-heeled fellow i was--

that i saw i was--

but only after i blinked  

in a failure of apprehension.

the brilliant wings, though, didn't stop.

they hovered, flashed, prompted, offered 

a vanishing act of so many doors.

but i, too slow, too fixed,

despite heaven and hope,

too preoccupied with my sod,

entertained not even one.

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8/27/24 ... eds