Napo 13

A nine liner!

Nine Lines for the Ruby Throated Hummer

How does your little heart carry you

across emptiness of the gulf, to end up

Here, sipping from a hibiscus, so red

It pales the sunrise? Your blood, furious

To make the most of this day, pumps

Through your tiny wings, your brain,

Your flicking tongue. I watch you

From the window, your brief existence

Proof of what I’ll never understand.  

I want to rework the last stanza to open up the poem more. I might expand this beyond nine lines to really explore the idea of the ennui and miraculous all at once. Hm...