The Hummingbird’s Flight

All roads are merely visitations..

Fascinating and warm,

Passing affiliations.

But in the end is Only Home,

The place I already know.

I carry it with me – this fragile branch,

A patchwork piece – of the larger dance.

The still days perched over and ever along his path.

In sound, a stream, standing in showers of remembering -

A song that‘s so familiar and certain,

tossing and turning -

To quilt the seamless dream.

It is something to search for,

Depart from, collapse within.

It is complete and lost and found.

Eternity in arms wrapped round.. me.

There is no end in sight once you’ve landed, see?

And now in flight I sing to wish that Home

inside myself..   goodnight.