He…
counts eighteen window panes
left to right…top to bottom
bottom top…again…again;
to chart his number thought;
sums four knives
three spoons, one fork
to individual drawers;
calculates the ceiling
of twelve-inch tiles
in multiples of ten
times twenty-two;
thinks a twelve-twelve mantra
to purge his tally spell
definitive…to plant
his sense of self to there.
He…
foretells sine, cosine for
sweep of ocean waves that
tangent to a beach;
orients his charting for
a rising…waning…setting
yin moon…yang sun phasing;
twists cords to Celtic knots;
sculpts wood…all Mobius
to ground his intimation
of truth and beauty’s source
of balance in proportion
of exquisite simplicity
of eloquent equation
of profound implication
that one plus one is
always…always
always…always
two.
Bonnie Marshall
Artwork by H. Steenwick
“St Jerome in His Study”
Fascinating! I can picture this person!
Thank you, Nancy. You are very wise. Smile.
Very accurate and moving…
I appreciate your comment very much. Smile.
Magnificent Bonnie.
Like listening to a mother’s heart beat…
Grateful for that, Jana. Smiles.
Nice.Speaks to my math background. I am always intrigued by this behavior. Mostly because I can’t count past three. I have to keep starting over and then give up. So I just approximate everything (even when I don’t have to), which might be just as odd..
Thanks, Joe. Thinking…not odd at all…just human. Smiles.
Oh yes. I forget about that part of me sometimes. Ha!
The title of this one scared me a bit, but now that I see what you’ve done with it, I find it quite matchlessly beautiful.
You know me better than that…smile. Grateful thanks, Ward.