it’s a sunny morning

i saw the hummingbird this morning, its mad wings humming

its perfect tube like nose, that spike so sweet with nectar

and the bird’s little heart, hammering to stay aloft

as if to turn and look at me, it hesitated, grace on air

and darted away, and the sun is shining and the birds are singing

and I have a new dress, and the storm has passed

we are washed clean