The Presence of Things Expected

I awake to Appalachia mornings,
before a window open to the garden,
my jigsaw piece in the greater forest,
I usually return to body in Appalachia mornings
with a cup of ass-kicking coffee,
which when my senior citizen bones feel wintery,
I add a jigger --- or three of "Daniels."

From the closest limb to where I sit,
I've hung a feeder for hummingbirds.
The hummingbirds, who drink from it, are no bigger than bumblebees.
Hummingbirds fly vertical and horizontal in angles that astound,
and where they care to stop mid air, holding fast the reins of height.
Also of note is no two hummingbirds feed together.
When one approaches, the other departs.

Humans should be as considerate as these nectar eaters.
I identify with them. I also identify with spiders a lot.
After husband number three passed away,
relatives referred to me as "Black Widow." I don't know...
For me solitary is a bloated plum, soaked and aged in rum.
If you're not woman to suck it,
don't bitch about it either.