Beguiled Eyes

Don’t complain to me about

your famous spiritual

deficiencies

when this hummingbird

at this ancient

pepper tree assaults

your upturned

face with peripatetic

love like a teenager’s

obsessive crush.

No, I don’t want

to hear about

that gnawing in

your gut,

nor your romantic
insufficiences,

but after the bird
dissolves,

lift your eyes

from the hypnotic

cell phone screen

to gaze through these

playful breezes

into blue-swaying

skies above. They have

waited your whole life

in silence and in storms

for these hazel orbs
to soften and shimmer

through every kind
of wildness,

and yes, to finally mourn.