The Girl Who Became a Hummingbird [poem]

The girl who became a hummingbird (poem)

Shaky beginnings,
Legs quivering,
Fingers vibrating like plucked cello strings,
The vibrato rises, trembles,
The opera opens.

A turquoise-gold blur of liquid transformation,
An Icarus-dance of feathers and phoenix flames,
Melting like wax in the hungry waves of the sun.

A metallic kaleidoscope.
Neon laughter.

And then…

A dip,
A southbound angel-dive,
A zig-zag lightning dart,
A freedom,
A fall,
Tossing in corkscrew curls,
An electricity,
An adrenaline.

The hum rises,
A heartbeat purring,
Accelerating,
Thundering to a diesel-engine crescendo.

Wings outstretched, beating hard,
Drum in my chest, beating hard,
Sun on my upturned face, beating hard,
Bass note of this city, beating hard,

She is desperately alive.

Listen.

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