Hear that?
The hum of wings
striking the skin of the wind.

Your ears struggle against
the usual suburban symphony.
Yes, you can just about hear.
Your eyes brighten,
make a case
for the novelty of the sound.

Makes me wonder if I ever hear you -
your breath as it falls easy
atop mine.
No I don't hear it,
I breathe it
and that's as it should be.

So what have we out there?
A hummingbird
eager for a last drink before dusk?
A moth
out of its green closet,
awake to the open air?

A breath?
Is there other than this one?

-- John Grey