I heard the birds long before the first light made its way into the sky….
I really needed these forms of Beauty this 4:00 AM morning. Too much pain from herniated disc to sleep.
First Light Edging Cirrus
by Jane Hirshfield
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.