Water’s running down the curb Someone’s sprinkler head has failed Shall I take my normal route Or follow and see where it ends Silly question - Off I go I don’t often walk this street It rises steeply at the top The stream comes from much further up But I’m determined to see where... Oh! What’s that by the puddle there - A tiny little humming bird Darting just above the flow I stop to watch - this is a treat The tiny thing with atomic wings Hovers here and there Than lands at water’s edge It’s only centimeters deep But to him it is a river At last he settles in the stream and drinks His needle beak darts in and out He doesn’t know I’m watching him Entranced And now he dips his wings and head And fluffs his feathers in the morning air Giddy as a toddler in a splash pool It feels so good He does the same thing two more times While I stand stock still, transfixed At last, refreshed and clean, he launches Into the heart of a nearby tree And disappears from view I can’t see him any more So I move on -
The broken sprinkler still calls me I find it only two doors up A geyser by the driveway Burbling up their water bill The homeowners likely still asleep In this very early morning hour I don’t know the residents So I don’t go knock on their door I’m sure they’ll see it soon enough And shut the water off It’s blazing hot but I feel cool Walking along the little stream That’s running down a street Called Rippling Springs - how appropriate Each morning walk is a different gift As I make this new place into my home But spying on a humming bird In the comfort of his morning bath Is a treasure that’s above the rest ljm
Sometimes there's just a treasure waiting for you to find.