HUMMINGBIRD OVER THIN ICE
Your life was lived inside the head of a fiction bookpulling down at the sunshades of your dayand the deadly nightshades of the darkhanging frozen in a cloudfar above the back biting earththe invisible doors on which you knockliving life at the mouthpiece of a bottleyou stand unreflected in any mirrorgoing in and out of daydreamssitting down upon evenings wastelandwith all your strangled thoughtsyou walk in public with your fingers crossedand there brittle boned and coffin stonedyou take your stance on the platformand with a giant leap from life's bridgewithout wingwithout hopewithout thinkinghoveringLike a hummingbird over thin ice.