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