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
Sadia Ahmed J., 2020