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...