Where the hummingbird was
is where the hummingbird is.
Forever in a frozen present in my mind.
The moment of the meteor
perched on a thin broken
branch just above my tent,
iced in memory.
I did not have my Kodak
locked on its tripod.
Could not have caught the
split moment if I did.
There it was.
There it wasn’t.
But here it is!
Can you picture my picture?
The present nearly isn’t.
The future is ahead, invisible.
The past remains in
micro-second splinters.

A hummingbird primping on a twig.