And the Counting’s Part of It

Beyond whatever boundaries
You construe between things and you
And between you and other things,

Way too many events occur—
You might as well count every wave
You can see out the ship’s window.

Within whatever boundaries
You construe between you and things
And between other things and you,

The same. It’s just too much, too much.
You can pretend to count it all
And give it a fair estimate,

But that’s just how you learn it’s just
Too much, everything happening.