What do you see
When you peer at me
Through my window screen?
Wings speeding and then careening
Toward my red-bottomed vial
Flying in place for a while.
Your long pointy snout
Fits in a hole no doubt
Smaller than a pin prick.
Sweet juice is sucked, no tongue for a lick
Liquid nectar like from a fuchsia flower
Whose sugary water gives you super powers.
Belly full, you look at me
Wings flapping faster than a bee’s
Our eyes meet, what a magnificent treat.
I tip my head and greet
Your red-throated magic offering me
A glance at nature’s infinity.
“The daily hummingbird assaults existence with improbability.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, No Time to Spare: Thinking About What Matters