The hummingbird
Flits past,
Hovers,
Drinks,
Disappears.
She’s always here,
Watching,
Briefly tangible,
Then gone,
As completely
As if she’d never been there.
She looks at you,
Looks through you.
What you think,
What you feel
Absorbed.
Relieved and revealed.
Colored and clear.
Dear Allison,
ReplyDeleteYou are truly talented.
As an old family friend, I am happy to know how proud you are making your folks.
Hugs from Lenny.