The Hummingbird Says We Can Fly into the Smallest Places to Heal
This late in our lives, the sugar still draws
us to its source.
This side of it, I look into the rain
and my thoughts are always and to the end,
of you.
Can someone tell me what rain is
besides weeping?
Precipitate
means both the cause of falling and flowing,
as well as headlong, hasty.
In his room, your sister’s child is reading
the first of a long series of novels
aloud to himself. He is still
unhurried; he tells himself
he will finish.
There are many bright pictures
when I think of you at that age—
so many more than the ones
brushed with rain.
Amazements and Anagrams
There’s an outdoor elevator that would take
an hour to ride to the top of its
building. Leisurely ascent, time to experience
a kind of slow suspension, though that’s
nothing compared to trees in an olive grove
which have persisted for almost
a thousand years. Two leaves have yellowed
on the monstera. Plant guides say
it could be from either under- or overwatering;
it’s hard to tell for sure. No one
would mistake a violin beetle for the actual
instrument though perhaps that
might not be entirely fair to the insect,
which may produce its own type of
coherent music just below the range
of your hearing. You hope
you’ll see in this lifetime the Picasso moth,
miniaturist bearing a gallery display
on its back. As long as there are bees,
there can be honey; and also the myth
about how they defy the laws of physics with
their bumbling flight. Anything
is possible. To take the poison out,
change wasp to was, grieve
to veer; strife to sifter, human to hum.
