I hope I’m reborn
into the body of a hummingbird
to live a short life of flight
to own long journeys
to drink the vibrancy
of things that bloom
consuming the sweetness
of purple salvia
orange bee balm
scarlet hibiscus
drawn to the cherry red plastic
of a million feeders
dangling from windows
and hooks
as I surf and glide
the thick air currents
that carry me from moment
to moment
until the day I fall, like hail
from the empty sky