Waiting For A Real Hero Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I wanted to say something about
Hummingbird eggs,
So I did, but I am no longer sure.
For is a coral snake like Satan in the
Garden of a hummingbird,
Or am I just drunk? Of course I am,
But what about a hummingbird’s nest
Like a doll house in the expansive
Forest without its beginning or end,
Like a fairytale started in the middle
And kept up through the
Ages to stave off starvation, or the preordained
Judgment of gods who are lighter than air,
And yet who are way too big to be held
Up too long by the fickle,
Overworked winds of wonderful reality,
Who nuzzle the littlest of things and keeps
Their secrets all the time waiting for
A real hero to emerge.