Uncountable Poem by Grant House

As I try to make sense of this rapidly expanding multi-faceted gem of a world
The one we find ourselves in the center of today
I have returned to a favorite pastime of mine
Counting things that come my way

Sometimes the things I count
Are a little odd
Here, for instance, are one hundred thirty four bright green peas
And a pod

I did not count one chipped bowl nor one floral tablecloth
Neither one multi-page newspaper nor that mysterious reflected light it's true
So in the interest of inclusion and our unfathomably deep and quite extraordinary friendship
I am adding to this particular count of things uncountable
One amazing me and one truly remarkable you!