By Isabelle Gerhart
Hummingbirds,
Memory.
“I knew you.”
“You were once me.”
“I know.
“I came back to see you.”
“You found me.”
Here among the grass,
Brown with age,
Time flies back to me.
I remember being you
When you were me.
I outgrew you,
But you still live inside.
When I step outside
And hear the hum of those wings,
I remember the day I believed in
Impossible.
It was all possible when I looked up at that blue sky.
In my head, the hummingbird comes back,
And I see the memory so clear.
The day my breath was taken away
By the beautiful
Silence
So full of dreams.
It was beautiful.
I was who I was because
I saw miracles in the world.
I am who
I am now because
I still see miracles
When I think about the
Trees
In my mind.
I still see wings.