blue hummingbird

no one could hope in this dark place to think
that any would survive to speak or sing
there are no easy hopes on which to cling

but all of us have reached some horrid brink
and wondered at the weakness of the string
no one could hope in this dark place to think

of just how easy it would be to drink
that tempting goblet or just take the fling
and jump into the broad space without wing
no one would hope in this dark place to think