Insects buzz, and all beings living and ancient, chime in:  Look: we also were human; we had hands,  not paws...In the beautiful country; enjoy  her a season, her beauty, and come down  ...for you are also human. In Wills Canyon, the path becomes shady. One morning I'll share a bench with a man who, when someone walking past asks how he's feeling, will say, From afar, the surface of Uranus presents no distinguishing features, other than its sky-blue color, and from close up, "The hand I broke long ago has not yet                   healed." .