February 8, 2016Rufous Hummingbird
Selasphorus rufus
Dear Albuquerque Garden Center,
Last month I purchased a hummingbird feeder
for $19.95. It was just like the original Lawrence J. Webster
designed for his wife in Boston in 1929. I filled the feeder
with one part refined white sugar and four parts water.
Well, the homemade nectar has fermented in the July heat
and all the little birds swerve in the sky. They’re saying
the present doesn’t exist. What is a current moment
when your heart beats 1200 times per minute?
As Janis said from the train, Tomorrow never happens.
It’s all the same fucking day, man. Birds got their own
ball and chain. For the hummingbirds, it’s an improv
of locating yourself. Please hurry. Don’t walk.
Fly with 53 wingbeats per second, all in a figure 8,
a flapping Möbius strip. They’ve broken through infinity.
If your unshaven face flushes red with drink,
they’ll join you on the patio. They buzz by your ears
with sayings about the space-time, typically called “now,”
and ask you to ask yourself, “When am I?” When
you perceive the present, it’s already a recollection.
The rufous and I send you this thank you note
from the past; we will recommend the Webster feeder to all
our immediate friends who are happening over, over again.
from #50 - Winter 2015