(for my children. for r and his.)
Teach me how to not despair.
Remind me again
that life is a series of mathematical
errors
and all I have to do is find y.
I already have paper and pen.
I can
turn numbers into stories
stories into actions
actions into hope
hope to love
and live
kindly.
Sit with me,
in the high noon glare,
our bodies warm from sun heated rocks
beneath, watch me unravel the mystery of an equation,
with child-sized amazement duplicating,
quadruplicating, octuplicating, doubling
ceaselessly
into the distances of my imagination.
And when I cannot find my way,
teach me to trust
that inside each problem
already is the answer
I seek.
2/3/17
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