. . . say that it takes all forms out of some human center
heartbreak knows —
love given to serpents, to great clouded leopards moving
in snowstorms, and there is love in snowflakes, crystals, too.
So much love that catalogues must be kept by bees
out of the odors of the springtime grass,
and there is love in atoms that makes sapphires in the dark.
from “Say That the Gift Was Given” in Another Kind of Autumn