Sunday, February 2, 2014

Hummingbird (Poem 307)

Floating in the sky, hovering 
in the water, blinded by 
veil upon veil of iridescent 
azure, cerulean, indigo;
Earth's steady breath tilts 
the elements, and I sink
into the rhythm, the soothing 
rise and sway, so that, 
when a thrumming current 
unzips the silence, my heart
dives deep and I rise,
ears prickling, expecting 
something dangerous, 
something swarming, or 
stinging--not this 
sun-struck gem buoyed by 
the strata of afternoon heat,
hurrying from honeysuckle 
to pine on a mission 
of utmost importance.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six