August, 2008 – I believe I wrote this just before moving to Hawai’i and was in my parents’ house. I wrote this after smoking a cigarette on my parents’ back porch and having a hummingbird flip in to take a drink.
I was not sober at this time, but it was well before things got out of hand. Not that I don’t agree with what was written here, but I was also going through a very typical anti-establishment phase at the time as well.
Natureless.
What the heck was that?! A Helicopter?
I turn my head and stop breathing the moment I see it.
A Humming Bird, hovering inches from my nose.
It pivots,
one-hundred-and-eighty degrees,
zips upwards and lands no less than one foot away,
on the feeder just above my head.
And here I am, standing.
Frozen.
Wide eyed and gaping mouth,
watching one of the most beautiful and special creatures,
on this, our Mother Earth,
inches from my pupils.
It makes me wonder,
why we drop bombs…
But, I guess you don’t know what you have, until it’s gone.
With my supposed message here, the irony of me smoking cigarettes as well as littering with them at times is not lost on me. The featured photo in this post was taken during the summer that I wrote this poem.
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