Statio
By Niall Twohig
Today I sit with you, Hummingbird.
It’s rare to see you resting, but here you are:
Seventy wingbeats per second slowed to zero,
You rest your tiny bones in Noni’s tree
as I rest here
But I can’t bring my mind to rest:
I recall our first encounter, Park City,
You flitted within hands reach, little fairy,
leaving me awestruck.
Then, off like a dart.
I recall Da meeting you in this very yard.
Amazed through dementia glaze,
he became a child again thanks to you.
Then, off like a dart.
Let me stop,
share statio,
a few breaths rest
before we move weary bones,
before we’re off like darts.