pilgrimage

 pilgrimage

their ruby throats glint in late

morning sunshine

darting forth from

nectar

a dozen or more in

dance

 

i pause when they do

to rest together

in our shared hunger for

kindness

 

when i walk it is slowly enough

beneath the grand oaks to witness

their dropping of wizened leaves onto

the labyrinth’s patina

 

i do not yet have the

patience of moss

and yet this love leaves

no stone unturned in

finding me

 

ls 10.23.20