Dear Earth,

Even here—
where footprints fade faster than memory,
and salt gathers at the edges of things—
you leave small miracles
for anyone paying attention.

A sand dollar,
thin as breath,
catching the last light
before the tide rewrites the shore.

You remind me that beauty
is not in permanence,
but in the soft geometry of moments
that almost go unnoticed.

Thank you for this one.

With love,
—Cat Atom