were i a hummingbird
i’d hover,
over earth until
guilty verdicts
reverberated
from the laws of gravity.
were i a hummingbird
i’d make home
of her garden,
and of her olive skin
which steeps in the green and gold
of the afternoon
and iridescence
percolating through the branches.
were i a hummingbird
i’d live swiftly,
so swiftly she did hear my colors
writing songs through her lantana.
were i a hummingbird
i'd flicker,
into spring and through every direction of her wildest dreams,
like the interweaving lines on her palms
and out from each one of her fingertips.
were i a hummingbird
i’d return,
today, and every today after.
were i a hummingbird
i'd hope she were hearing,
i'd hope she were seeing
i’d hope she were smiling,
i'd hope that she were nearing
i'd hope she were
were i a hummingbird,
(and she would be).