becoming the hummingbird

becoming the hummingbird
i drink
of the shooting star’s laughter

through her ear
i have listened
to the blink
of the snake

watched the presence
of stone
meeting wind
with the energy of atoms
radiating

in a very slow dance

i burst with joy
in the strength
of my fragility
as i dip
to greet my partner
spin afternoon sun
into waltz

with whirring wings
i feel
the grand mirth
of the heavens
stir ants
into tickling
the body
of the stone

creating

vast eons of incomprehensible
bliss                                                            
                                                                     
       
                                                                    
                     
                                                                    
                     
lush shooting star and fern bed in Colorado forest
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Shooting Star wildflower photographed in western Colorado