A year ago I spoke to a hummingbird —
in a day dream.
This morning the emerald thing
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 trust
that the birds will come sipping?