The Ritual

Each day I lure the hummingbirds

into the high meadows of

light, the white fields

flowering. A thousand

Beaks seeking sweetness

in a whir of tongues.

Such a beating of

wings stinging the air!

I can fit five birds

in one tight fist and feel

the fine hearts pump.

I'm light as air

and flowing honey,

wild with

the dark bloom of the world.