The Ocean in my BackYard

As I sat on the balcony
and waited
for the hummingbirds to feed

A gentle breeze began to wash
over me

Transforming the crepe myrtle,
branches drooping from
the gentle weight of their
flowers and seeds,

into a vast green ocean
waves undulating in the
sultry afternoon breeze.

Staring at the tree, it
blurs out of focus
and I am floating
on the bathwater green waves
of my childhood.

and the hummingbird feeds.