I look out
at an old chair
on our patio.
It has not
been moved
for a month, and
even through rain and wind storms,
it is stoic
and immobile.
Yet when I glance at her feet,
I see her holding on
for dear life,
to an earth
revolving around the sun,
a sun moving in a galaxy,
and a galaxy
floating in an expanding
universe.
Hummingbirds dart so quickly
that they perceive humans
as statutes.
I suspect they are moving
just a minuscule faster than my chair
or even a stone Buddha.
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