So there I stood, with garden hose in hand, to give the garden greenery its due. And then, a subtle humming in my ear, and moments later, she came into view. Her wings the blur of energy unleashed, impossible from such a tiny frame; her curiosity the thing to see, in her proximity she showed as tame. And then, at once, she hit upon the spray, and bounced again, and once more, in delight. And then she hovered, waving her farewell, and, at the speed of sound, escaped my sight. And so, as often as I go outside, to give attention to what flowers there, a similar inspection is my hope, the gaze on me from someone in midair.
Hummer · Poems