THE HUMMINGBIRD’S SONG

A hummingbird flits about

In my head.

The whirr of its flight disturbs

My lazy thoughts.

Get going. The day is already waning.

Says the bird.

The breeze from its busy wings

Tries in vain to shuffle

My riff-raff out,

Cleaning house, as it were.

I open my eye to see the sun

just beginning

Its rise in the east.

Hurry, hurry, there’s no time to waste.

The day is already waning.

“Quiet, little bird,” I answer in return.

“There is nothing that needs doing

That I want to do.

Be quiet, little bird.”

Rush, rush. There’s so little time.

Get going.

The day is already waning.

There will be no quieting

This fervent worker

Busy from dawn to night,

No relief from its urgency.

Get going.

The day is already waning.

With lumbering limbs, I rise,

Beginning my list of things to do.

“Quiet, little bird.

Sing your song somewhere else.

Let me do my work

Without your noise.”

Get going.

The day is already waning.

#JustDoItDay

#January24