Alcove Apple Tree

Oh to be a hummingbird in alcove 

Apple tree. To so know my space, and not at 

All. To flit around in nurtured home, to

forget that I am Small. To not remem-

-ber wolves, nor to think to think

of other skies — not even a little, or

even at all. To hum and hum,

And not worry for any little ribbon-laced lie —

Nor for any ungrounded fears of falling.

For these are simply not how to catch a little bird’s eye.

And, to Bird, her little alcove apple tree is always

ever a-calling.


Sadia Ahmed J., 2020

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