Where have all the hummingbirds gone,
they’ve left behind sweet nectar,
nothing where their hearts beat madly once in hover!
away to the treetops, backwards dizzy
spiral to earth in a flash
in a beat the wink of an eye
I wonder where hummingbirds go when they disappear,
eyes awash with honey dreams, moonbeams,
clover, the scent of love
the smallest atop time
beats more than ever, the vibrant heart upside-down
thirteen licks from a tongue each second
Ruby-throated, sips balm, salvia,
honeysuckle, snapdragon, a body
run hot with a need for feed
with speed comes predisposition to leave, to migrate,
urged from deep in calls to another day
alee entwined in lichen, amid gossamer
lost high in treetops
aerially alive
Chagall 2018
