Hummingbird of the Mind

A blur thrown into being,
a shuttlecock tossed to the air
sparked into life with
unseeable wings quicker
than seconds: the smallest fraction.

The woven world of spider silk
is a universe to hatch in,
to float, dodge and dart in.

I crave such falcon climbs,
the dives out-jetting jets
like doodlebugs, trilled wind
through reeds of feathers,
tasting space with javelin beak,
atom by atom: the largest number.

If only I could keep you
in my mind: a fairy-flit of fire-green.
I sense you’re like a neuron,
forever flying free of my dream.