on the sidewalk

outside the window

I see the empty sidewalk

and feel how it multiplies

this Sunday solitude

but then

a squirrel darts across

and another one gives chase

an anole grabs a black ant

a white ibis grabs the anole

there’s a weed from the crack

and a flower from the weed

and leaves from the trees above

have fallen crisp to the surface

and things are living

and things are dying

and I am just a witness

somehow doing neither

while outside the window

I see the busy sidewalk

with so much room left for

so much more to happen

(My photo)