Vintage Hummers

Summer Story

When the hummingbird
sinks its face
into the trumpet vine,
into the funnels

of the blossoms
and the tongue
leaps out
and throbs,

I am scorched
to realize once again
how many small, available things
are in this world

that aren’t
pieces of gold
or power—-
that nobody owns

or could but even
for a hillside of money—-
that just float
in the world,

or drift over the fields,
or into the gardens,
and into the tents of the vines,
and now here I am

spending my time,
as the saying goes,
watching until the watching turns into feeling,
so that I feel I am myself

a small bird with a terrible hunger,
with a thin beak probing and dipping
and a heart that races so fast

it is only a heart beat ahead of breaking—-
and I am the hunger and the assuagement,
and also I am the leaves and the blossoms,
and, like them, I am full of delight, and shaking.

~Mary Oliver

My best shots of hummers~so far~were taken last March. The ones here were taken in July and I wasn’t as close nor was it as light out so they aren’t quite as good. Hence, they are now “vintage.” Textures by Kim Klassen (#1 and #3) and DistressedJewell.

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