Time’s Mysterious Flow: Poetry, Fiction, and Hummingbirds.
When you spend most of your life in midair, how do you travel through time differently than someone does when spending your time seated among a throng of thoughts? Most of my days and nights are spent sitting and thinking. It must look like an odd life to a hummingbird. Like a sloth of some upright kind. But I think time moves faster for me than the hummingbird, who dives to the feeder and pokes…