Another lovely poem from Marc Mordey, temporarily home from his travels.
The hummingbirds are back
And all is well
They flew across the Atlantic with us
They’d sprung from besides the Grand Canyon
They saw us through Bryce, Zion, Salt Lake City
They didn’t know
They travelled in a suitcase
Months later we flagged them up
And they’ve floated serene
Above the Bay, spinning soundlessly
Morfa, Dinas Headed,
That’s where they’ve been.
We’ve been all at sea
Whilst they, dust dogged and long winter bedraggled
Were caught up in decorators detritus
Neglected and unseen.
Indifferent to all the noise and chatter of this troubled globe
We reinstated our duly mobile birds
Fee flowing silhouette
Then sun burst on
Our newly pristine wall
As the chaos continues
The world may yet fall
But the hummingbirds are back
Our slice of the picture sits well
And that’s all.