Hummingbird – a poem by Meg Freer

Hummingbird

Attracted by flowers left in the church
after a wedding, unable to find its way out
though all doors are open, the hummingbird
zips around the large, high-ceilinged space, distracts us
from the service even more than the summer heat.

I worry about it all week, find out next Sunday
that someone thought to move the flowers
to the main doors and it flew to freedom.
If only we could sip the saving grace
of the divine with such ease.

Meg Freer grew up in the 1970s in Missoula, Montana and now lives in Kingston, Ontario where she teaches piano, writes, and enjoys being active outdoors. She writes mostly lyrical poems, which have won awards and have been published across North America. She has published three poetry chapbooks and co-hosts a monthly series featuring poetry performed simultaneously with live improvised music.