Tag: writing

A Love Story in Math

7 is in love with 0.

0 is lovely,

has the DNA for heaven and Earth

and whatever the Hell my old job was.

7 is proud and strong and knows he is luckier than 6

or his ex girlfriend 8.

But he roams into the rafters of primacy,

of sharp eyed division,

and the comfort of 0 –

the way she gives of herself

and doesn’t exist,

is missed by him,

who can see only her perfection on the page

her gift for making others greater.

But beneath the tired eyes of mathematics

.000001 is also in love with her,

and is much more in reach

and glad to be.

The Dream is Dead

Ok, so the dream is dead,

or not dead really,

but dying

under this beautiful house that loves me,

with her feet sticking out of the crawl space.

She was from the East,

and wanted to go further,

to every palace and battleground in Europe,

to be hunted by crocodiles and lions in Africa,

to waddle with penguins in Antarctica.

 

So what if things did not go as planned,

if the mice cry in their nests?

Who cares as long as the man is good,

the mind has its medicine?

And, anyway, someone else will have the chance

to slurp up the Earth’s beauty,

when Terra Firma

is older and even more graceful;

she will have my place when she is older

and more graceful.

Dark Water

I am terrified of ships,

arrogant as they

taunt ice

and pitch barbs at waves.

I know what it is to leak,

for the rain to flood my sneakers.

I know how it feels when the sea runs out

of my eyes,

violent, silent,

and the horrid salt leaves me thirsty for days.

 

Water plays the sheep gently in summer storms.

I too have been a lover strolling down streets wet

with leaked cloud

and felt almost thrilled.

 

But then I slept.

I dreamed,

and the water rose higher and higher,

crested over me and I drowned.

 

Now I watch the ports carefully,

listen to ships boast and jeer.

The water whispers its dark plans.