Jerusalem

Jerusalem from the Mount of Olives by Frederic Church (1870)

Eyes always sighted
The blind wonders how
it is to be achieved
walking into walls
and holes that evil doers
move about with malice and glee
Stay still! Shout the wise ones
Listen to the drip from the bamboo
water pipe or the breeze
as it strikes
the bluish flowers
But I think instead
of the hummingbird
trapped inside my garage
panic stricken he flew upwards
Though escape lay downward
He found the light at last
just before twilight ceased
and took nourishment from
the orange blossoms

discovered waiting
just beyond his prison.
Where is my nourishment?
I wonder as I seek my escape
in the wrong direction
as night begins to fall.

Listening, no one replies.