A year ago I spoke to a hummingbird — 
in a day dream.

This morning the emerald thing
finally came
to sip the flower honey I have been churning
my whole life.

This morning he hummed,
“Now’s the time.”

Have you ever heard a hummingbird speak?
I spilled my coffee from the surprise.

What flower honey have you been churning
your whole life?

Do you trust time?
Do you?

Do you trust
that the birds will come sipping?