The Quiet Crowds

How many uncounted molecules float
Between you and the nearest obstruction?

How many interactions will they have
In air, while you’re not paying attention?

There are methods for summing over them,
Laws of gasses, means of estimation,

But no one deploys those methods always,
Every moment, at all hours, no one could.

The air goes about its quiet business,
More events than you can ever notice,

And much of that moves through when you breathe in,
Stirred atoms altering your decisions,

With never a rest or gap between them,
Never an end to their interactions.