After Working Long on One Thing
by Jane Kenyon
Through the screen door
I hear a hummingbird, inquiring
for nectar among the stalwart
hollyhocks-an erratic flying
ruby, asking for sweets among
the sticky-throated flowers.
The sky won’t darken in the west
until ten. When shall I turn
this light and tired mind?
You can find this poem in Collected Poems.