Petal Poet

(Ode to a hummingbird in flight)

your shimmering wings
poet's rhythm

I soar too

dive into the honey
of crimson words

their promises of liquid peace

phrases make me buckle
for a moment

before I center myself
in a convenient participle

perhaps I am too hasty
the hallowing of a heart

cannot be hurried
even the wind must wait

I close my eyes, shadows walk
into themselves

soon I will fly with you
into avenues of marigolds

until then I will hover here
where sunlight beckons

or perhaps skip backwards
into the fickle moon