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
Waiting
Hoping
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)