(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

Previous
Previous

The Ache Of Intrusive Nostalgia

Next
Next

Sometimes I Feel Like I’m Not Good Enough