by Thomas Martin
(Beaverton, OR, USA)
Morning glories light the morning
Hummingbirds bloom in every blossom’s breath
Flickering of gold dust shook from tiny heads;
Glistening the morning light,
A sleight of hazy wings,
A sudden quickening of the heart's delight.
That summer so much too beautiful to bear;
Flying, dancing, humming, being,
Quickening in the cathedral light;
And soaring on some liquor divine,
A fool with wings!
The anointed messenger of the gods of play;
For now is the time
Stopped and still in the golden air
I see myself shining everywhere.