Suddenly, from the tip of a tall yucca,
a hummingbird rises then flies to me,
it's beak parted it's wings flapping my face.
It orbits my head once, twice, then pauses
as we drink each other in, the bird's body
barely aquiver, its wings beating the air.
I hold my breath, it holds its eye on mine,
then dips its head to look over my green dress,
the web of my hair, my smooth bare feet.
It's plain that one of us is a mirage
the other has imagined into being.
Or that we're both having the same dream.
I'm caught up by the metallic sheen and whirl:
pose and purpose sculpted into sheer joy.
A cheep, and the hummingbird disappears.
Encounter by my friend Maurya Simon
from Days of Awe
The pictures were taken yesterday in the screaming sun, today a nice drippy, mist as we trod along under gray skies.
So many birthdays this month, happy birthday dear December babies, Maurya is one of them.
Have a marvelous day all, xoxo Ro