The hummingbird came to me
Hovered in my face on a hot, hot day
I got up and found my feeder
Placed one part sugar in four parts water
And hung the feeder on my crepe myrtle
I waited to see if she would return
Anxious about her need and my lack of fulfillment
The buzzing came first then the darting
And she drank and danced while I laughed silently
Afraid I would scare her away
The next day she brought her beau and baby
And they chased and buzzed and sipped
There was no anxiety in their flight
No judgment for the previous lack of a feeder
Instead they moved through the air as one
Until she was alone and came within inches
And sat down upon my hyacinth bloom
Asked nothing of me except my company
I gazed at the beauty of this tiny bird
Until she darted ahead and to the side
Around the tree and back to the feeder
Needing neither attention nor validation
Just busy being a hummingbird
She hovered in front of me with blurred wings
Thanking me for the sugar water
And I thanked her for reminding me
There is beauty in just being the creation
— Donna