Thursday, October 13, 2011

Hummingbirds

beside this ocean,
(I am told that North Carolina is out there, somewhere straight ahead)
men shift their weight from rock to rock
steady their fishing poles in gray late afternoon light

not a beach for swimming,
Hind told me in her silvery voice, pointing out
cross-currents and waves like teacup shards

beside this ocean,
neither Hamza nor I
could speak this language yet
and he wanted only to toss pebbles,
pluck them from my palms

now it is sunset,
and just as I think,
maybe there are hummingbirds in these waves,
she says,
I never realized there was so much movement in water,
if that makes any sense

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