First Light Edging Cirrus

by Jane Hirshfield

1025 molecules

are enough

to call woodthrush or apple.

A hummingbird, fewer.

A wristwatch: 1024.

An alphabet’s molecules,

tasting of honey, iron, and salt,

cannot be counted—

as some strings, untouched,

sound when a near one is speaking.

As it was when love slipped inside us.

It looked out face to face in every direction.

Then it was inside the tree, the rock, the cloud.

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