99poems/indecision

Hummingbird sits
on the branch of
the bottle brush,
the only place
I have ever seen one light.
I watch for her
colors in the sun,
as she twists
and turns.
My window closed,
I feel cut off,
and cannot hear her
whir, whirrr.
My stomach
in knots
from indecision.
Humming birds
eat one fourth
their weight
each day.
They never doubt,
they always know
what they are
doing.

5/20/99