Thoughts on waiting for my hummingbird chicks to fly...

I LOST A POEM TODAY

I lost a poem today.

Actually, it never really took wing

and flew

but sat there on the ground

having fallen from the nest too soon,

too weak to fly,

to become something on its own.

I don’t know what happened.

I didn’t see it die.

It’s as if it was just never there

except as a faint, faint memory

somewhere…

somewhere back in my mind

too far away to reach and grasp,

to pull out

and revive.

So it’s gone.

I wonder what color it would have been.