Thursday, October 2, 2014

One Who Knows

I met Zack before
reading about him -
like I met God before
reading about Him

He smiles and hums

He sticks his feelers
into a room testing the
colors and nectar available

Like a hummingbird
 he collects fuel in sips
for his next long foray
                       absent and away from us

 I want him to stay

Tolkein prophesied about him

Herschel asked for it 

I want to join his wanderings
by kything, but I'm rusty 

When and why did it become
my second language