Hummingbird (3)
Arriving from nowhere,
its mouth opens
but what escapes
comes not from within
and is never complete.
Words, too, falter
in this space,
struggling to remain
aloft, challenged yet free,
an exchange
between air and wing,
of sound and thought,
occurring as it must
without design
or desire, simply
there, then gone,
a presence one notices
in its absence.
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“Hummingbird (3) made its first appearance on the blog in December 2014.
O at the Edges 
Beautiful
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Thank you, Chrissie. Much appreciated.
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Wonderful “view” … “presence noticed in its absence” an apt description for hummingbird in the wild
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Thanks, Jazz. They do flit about in our lives!
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Oh what a delightful poem this is, wise in its brevity and truth.
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Thank you, Carolyn!
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I’ve never seen a hummingbird up close but certainly in nature themed programs. They are magical creatures, aren’t they?. A long time ago, I read a folktale called The Legend of the Hummingbird retold by Puerto Rican author, Pura Belpre. It is basically a beautiful love story which makes the hummingbird even more intriguing. Thanks for your post.
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They are indeed magical creatures. I was once fortunate enough to have had hummingbirds nest in a tree just outside my bedroom window. I spent hours watching them.
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How wonderful!
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A treasured memory!
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I am so aware of this when working in my garden.
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They’re so present in their action!
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