the hummingbird finally showed up

despite itchy feet at night,
I stand still during the day,
and wait for what's right.

my face filled with jaw,
my eyes eager for surprise,
I am the witnessing sabre.

never nectar not now,
patience is purposely prettier
than the expectancy. 

the next time I am in love
I will rejoice mightily
with all the muscle of an immovable tree.