I Love You This Much

“Such strange math. The way it takes so little to create a joy so large.” Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Little did I know,
my sweet Hummingbird friend,
that all the special qualities
that I have ascribed to you
when you flit about me
were already known by generations of Native Americans.
Your mere presence and perfection
reminds me of how much I am loved,
that something so perfect exists in the world
is a gift that I never take for granted.
I feel immense joy as I watch you maneuver
backwards and forwards, diving down to your favorite flower,
to fill yourself with nectar, satisfying your hunger.
You put on an air show with maneuvers
that would put the best pilot to shame.
And if the stars are aligned,
I get to see you at rest on a branch,
or bathing in a reflecting pond,
taking a moment to breathe in the world.
I stop as I take in your minute details,
calmness overtaking me as I
cherish this time we spend together.
You bring me hope and healing when my soul is troubled,
reminding me that there’s time to explore the world,
but I must rest as well, if I’m to absorb
the splendor that surrounds me.