You Had to Walk into Mine

Of all the minutes in a long afternoon
Of all the motes in the light in this room
The cool shade leaves shaking under this tree
Child sand designs on the shore of this sea

All the cloud shapes you could make in one sight
The constellations you could tell in one night
City point glow you can count from Earth orbit
Friends and relations in the life of a rabbit

Of grasses and flowers and seed pods and honeybees
Of all of these polyps and sardines and stingarees
Puddles, raindrops, snowflakes, and mist swirls
Giggles and tears on cheeks of small boys and girls

Dear, so many no one could count them and stay sane
To know the luck of any two meeting I’d count them again.