Nathan Nicolau

The Patio Outside My World

The hummingbird came as I read Buddha’s words about awareness, how awareness leads us to an island so proud that no flood could reach. The hummingbird hungers, but I had no food to give. All I had were the violets on my island, which she was more than welcomed to. But now, the worker bee floats across, seeking rest for all his hard work. The hummingbird stops, sees the bee meditate on my violets, and leaves.
A verse comes to me:

The wind, its chime
    as soft as jazz—
            the birds responding,
                    allowing silence.
If only Earth was paradise now.