A painting by Janet Weight Reed, England
A HUMMINGBIRD’S REST
I could if I tried harder, I could use the restIn this cup, the day’s trill and duty at an end:
A respite from humming, a pause from flittingFrom flower to bramble, from rose to sunshine.
No one will find me here for now until a nightPasses through, and me quiet in a mimic cup
Passing for a hummingbird, and I a cup of teaTurned down for eventide to find itself a rest.
---Albert B. CasugaJuly 5, 2014, Mississauga