Hummingbirds, All

Symbol of joy
    and transformation,

I feel my head tilt back with yours
and let the sweetness find its way
to blood, bone, and scale.

I thrum with your thrumming.

Feel myself fly
back,

then forth, then
back to this side,    to that,   then
forth,  again,  forth~~~

My claws splay with yours
before grabbing tight
to the red of a feeder
toiled to by instinct
on the cusp of Time.

Our feathers are soft,
our energy high.
We do not set out to hurt,
but heed our cry.

We are fast, we are strong,
our beaks surgical marvels,
wings engineering feats.

Like the wind, like the rain,
like the flowers flute to feed,
aren't just connected, you and I.
All part of the nation of
One.

     (c) Phyllis Jean Green, August, 2007