HUMMINGBIRD

How did this hummingbird

get into the house?

What a disaster!

to have my soul scratching at this

window pane.

Won’t someone let it out?

But heaven is free

of the consternation of struggles—

struggles ...

which is life  after all—and so

better to be stuck.

REVISION

Hummingbird

How did it get into the house?

No windows are open.

Someone must’ve

smuggled it in

while I was sleeping.

A hummingbird

breathless agitation

which only has eyes

for heaven.

or the cheap stand-in

of my garden.

What a disaster!

To have my soul

scratching at this

window pane.

Won’t someone let it out?

Heaven is free of the

consternation of struggle.

Life is not.  I whispered.

Better to be stuck.

But I open the louver.