Jun 3, 2022
The hummingbirds have arrived, beating their invisible wings beyond the window where buds are beginning to break. They come bearing the light of Panama, Colombia, Costa Rica, the red fire of the tropics, here, to this mountain, still spotted in snow. I go out among them, in my red coat, hoping they will mistake me for a flower. They buzz close, hovering before my face. If only one of them would touch me, I would sprout feathers and take to the air, my wings tracing infinity, my throat turning to rubies.
by JosĂŠ A. AlcĂĄntara in âThe Bitten Worldâ https://gwarlingo.com/2022/archilochus-colubris-by-jose-a-alcantara/
