he made me smile
one, two, three…
just like so
but i was counting
thoughtlessly
never giving
a moment’s pause
to think
but then, what if…
never giving
an eye’s flicker
to think
the counting
of infinite numbers
must, too, come to an end
i took the wind
by its tail
and twisted it
into gordian knots
wondering why
oh why, is life
so very complicated?
but, then, why not?
we are given
a moment’s reprieve
that stretches for hours
every slumbering night
and awaken
confused and asking
where it is
that we are
are we delighting
in the rest of angels?
are we simmering
in the vapor of loss?
and going back
and counting
and recounting
i ask myself
how many ways
did he make me smile?
i lose my mind
in the illusion
of numbers
supposedly infinite
but hiddenly finite
if only i dare
if only i dare
if only i dare
to keep counting
without stopping
ever
to catch my breath
and maybe
to let my eyes see
how terribly finite
is the counting
is the wondering
is the breathing
