Hummingbird

a curdling in rain

heated by its own stoney force

to a coaly roux,

stretch of turbulence in

the downward spearing

winter creek: a hummingbird

gathers flesh behind fuchsia

before the Douglas firs’ frozen wall.

in the bird’s helmeted look

my face is an inner-dimpling tunnel moving, touched

by the whipped end of yellow grass.

spider web shreds clotted with a slanting

daemon attending me, haloed full body

with metabolic fever,

trouble in middle air, the bird erupts

on air’s skin,

smudge or bleer in the black

from the door in rain trees,

attack-fountaining the bird, stupendously

visioned speed.