The Hummingbirds Message

The iridescent green Hummingbird

has a beak stained yellow

from pollen — swooping down

from under the influential Jasmine

face to face

he gallantly informs

we humans:

Summertime is here

Hummingbird has no song

to sing — instead he

impatiently clicks his

message into our ears,

colonizing our thoughts

"it is our choice to act or not"

The Collective Unconscious

The Collective Unconscious exists

in the pinky finger of an infant.

Wind sways through the eyebrows

of Frida Kahlo and

it is there too,

waiting to jump on the

next passing train and pollinate

our sleeping conductor who

brings those dreams we want to forget

those dreams we want to remember,

depending upon who 

shares our bed.