Hummingbird

A hummingbird
flew in my door
and hovered by the window.

I called his name
and down he came
to the sill so close and low.

I cupped my hands
around his frame,
he didn’t move a feather.

And out I went
to mountain air,
to release this little treasure.

When my hands
I did unfold
we sat there eye to eye,

He paused a bit
like giving prayer
then away, away he did fly.