I crouched near your sister

This morning

As she dried her wings

Translucent, iridescent

On my basil in the veggie garden.

She trusted me to come close

As I peered through a phone.

I saw you

Bright, red, fast

Patrolling the airspace

Above my pond.

I crouched

Warming my skin in the sun

And wondered…

…I focussed my phone



That you too might trust

And come close enough

For me to really feel

Your presence.

You did!

And I rejoiced

In that moment

Of connection

As your aviatrix eyes

Surveyed me

Before your next flight.

Go well

And, please

Tell our sister I said hello.

Neil Davidson (2018)