The Grand Canyon is hard. Bumble is soft.
The layers of the Grand Canyon
are made of rock and they are mostly horizontal.
Bumble’s layers are layers of fur,
long and creamy, and the locks curl and wave.
The Grand Canyon is vast. Bumble is small.
The Grand Canyon has millions of visitors a year.
Bumble meets people when we’re walking
in the woods or go down to the coffee shop.
The way the Grand Canyon loves me
takes millions of years. It happens in the rocks.
Bumble runs up wiggling, his eyes
warm and bright. There is only this. Only
me. For him, too, there are no days.