This is the morning of the total eclipse.

A neighbor is mowing his lawn.

The crickets are humming a high pitched

full echo

the sky is clear                  the sky is bright.

this morning no hummingbirds visited

the hummingbird feeder or drank that

nectar     which i had changed

at least   while i sat there   watching

during that brief time span of considering

the events of the day and the day before.

i now know to look for the thimble-sized nest

among the leaves of the hackberry-tree – somewhere

in all probability it will be there – among one

of those trees – so disparaged – of – the tiny

cup of a house covered in lichen and moss

with the children who will be movers and

shakers the ones who cannot sit still in pre

school their searching and pointy beaks saying here?

here?   –––––––––––––––––                                                       yeah

zip                                                                                    gotta

the thimble-sized nest

against leaf

constructed of threads and the mother

inside it   her beak a needle                    movement

seen       (pointed out

by the previous viewer)

through binoculars