Hummingbirds

The hummingbirds are back

And all is well

They flew across the Atlantic with us

Years ago

They’d sprung from besides the Grand Canyon

They saw us through Bryce, Zion, Salt Lake City

Snow

Sunshine

They didn’t know

They travelled in a suitcase

Benign.

Months later we flagged them up

And they’ve floated serene

Meantimes

Above the Bay, spinning soundlessly

Morfa, Dinas Headed,

That’s where they’ve been.

Lately

We’ve been all at sea

Whilst they, dust dogged and long winter bedraggled

Were caught up in decorators detritus

Rested

Neglected and unseen.

Yesterday

Refreshed, rejuvenated,

Indifferent to all the noise and chatter of this troubled globe

We reinstated our duly mobile birds

Fee flowing silhouette

Shaded

Then sun burst on

Our newly pristine wall

As the chaos continues

The world may yet fall

But the hummingbirds are back

And

Just now

Our slice of the picture sits well

And that’s all.