All the Difficult Hours and Minutes

By Jane Hirshfield b. 1953 Jane Hirshfield
All the difficult hours and minutes
are like salted plums in a jar.
Wrinkled, turn steeply into themselves,
they mutter something the color of  sharkfins to the glass.
Just so, calamity turns toward calmness.
First the jar holds the umeboshi, then the rice does.

Source: Poetry (May 2008).

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Poet Jane Hirshfield b. 1953

Subjects Living, Time & Brevity