A Hummingbird in the Throes of Climate Change

The language I carry 

in the bones of my wings 

The blood I shed 

for my country in Wars I did not fight 

The nutrients I crave 

while I feed on sweetened offerings 


These small moments of stillness 

Transcribe the music pulsing

In my sinews that so 

Desperately want to perceive 

a hopeful future 

Ripped so violently from me 


I exist 

As a reminder 

Of my ancestors

A memory 

Of my sons and daughters 

A fleeting thought 

of what might Be. 


My only joy is 

stubborn persistence. 

Can't stop, won't stop.