Someone on earth is counting—
night stars,
rooms in a honeycomb,
snow geese descending, wild
lilies, grain spilled from a bushel basket,
bubbles rising up from the Blue Hole.
Those who are hungry get up in the dark.
Their job is to count
sticks of kindling,
cups of milk, empty beds or racks of shoes,
newspapers in the dwindling stack,
how many fish in the bottom of the boat.
March 24, 2013