Coyote, Sand, but first a Bird in a Hurry - July 28, 2025

first, a low-flying bird swerves, barely

missing my head as I cross the street

sheesh, drivers these days!

then, I’m startled by a coyote that

brushes by me, well, if ten feet away

is considered brushing, and trots off,

called by its own invisible master

and for the first time I look down and

realize these grains of sand embody

a mere sandbar of heavenly bodies

on a beach of many many universes

one that will take all

of my morning walk

to pass over

at the speed of light