(humming)
a beautiful hummingbird
perched on an oak
she sits poised and pretty
to the sight of all
and of harm to none
searching for a soul
to sing her song to
in the tree
and above it’s branches
in the house
the basement
the attic
the streetlamp
the steps
there are people
but no listeners
searching for her audience
she grows weary
beginning to discover herself as an audience
but understanding that she’s not enough
and this she goes on
forever searching
humming instead of speaking
silenced by the people
who stand so tall above her
praying that someone may hear her hum
and ask her to sing
but to her expectation
she hums alone
going back to the tree every night
just to lay
humming instead of singing
she begs her god
for someone to sing to
but she hears only a hum
and remains forever searching
humming instead of speaking
———
hummingbird baby
with shiny emerald wings
and a song so delightful
that I would want to sing
beg your god
for someone to sing to
and for the love of music
please start speaking
not for me
but for you