First Light Edging Cirrus Poem by Jane Hirshfield

First Light Edging Cirrus



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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Jane Hirshfield

New York / United States
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