In the pre-dawn light of deep blue, Coyote slithered through,
quietly making his way through the underbrush. When he saw the strange human on top of the ridge,
the human was bathed in the first rays of light, Coyote decided to hold his piece, to stay quiet knowing the sky would soon be open
and heaven would be poured out. Because this human had his arms outstretched
face tilted towards the sky, singing, praying, talking to God
all at the same time. Yes, Coyote did slink away back to his burrow.
And when the sky did open, pouring down the rain, Coyote heard the strange human singing
even louder, so Coyote closed eyes and went back to sleep. He knew heaven
was not something to be trifled with.
Poetry © Copyright 2018, ancient skies, Image from Vermont Public Radio